Cathedral
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Pamela Porter
PAMELA PORTER was born in Albuquerque, New Mexico, and she lived in New Mexico, Texas, Louisiana, Washington and Montana before emigrating to Canada with her husband, the fourth generation of a farm family in southeastern Saskatchewan, the backdrop for much of Pamela's work. She is the author of three collections of poetry, and her poems have appeared in numerous journals across Canada and the US as well as being featured on Garrison Keillor's The Writer's Almanac. She is also the author of a number of children’s books, including Sky and Yellow Moon, Apple Moon (illustrated by Matt James). Pamela's first novel in verse, The Crazy Man, received the TD Children's Literature Award, the Canadian Library Association Book of the Year Award for Children, the Geoffrey Bilson Award for Historical Fiction for Young People and the Governor General's Award, as well as several children's choice awards. It was also named a Jane Addams Foundation Honor Book and won the Texas Institute of Letters, Friends of the Austin Public Library Award for Best Young Adult Book. Pamela lives near Sidney, B.C., with her husband, children and a menagerie of rescued horses, dogs and cats.
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Cathedral - Pamela Porter
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…when a dark animal began
to overcome the world
and a little bird came
to sing our walls down.
— WILLIAM STAFFORD
Photograph of Earth from Space
On the outskirts of Luanda, Angola,
Gerald Nduma has walked an hour to school
carrying his chair, which is really
an empty coffee can. Nine years old,
he holds in his other hand a mango,
which will be his lunch. At school,
which is really a tree, Gerald
places his lunch beneath his chair.
This day, a missionary has come
with magazines. Gerald takes what
is given him. Soon he does not hear
his teacher’s instructions. He does not hear
the students’ chatter. He is looking
at the photograph of Earth
floating in a dark sea
which Gerald imagines
is plenteous with fish.
Happiness in Ghana
The morning is a new egg.
Roosters cannot keep the secret.
Not yet sunrise,
lizards go about their business
scraping walls with their little nails.
Already in the dark, a child with braids
erupting like fountains all over her head
brushes her teeth in the next yard.
Women and girls will load up their heads
and walk and walk to the centre of town,
the street thickening with the scent
of pineapple and sewage.
We rub our eyes. Sun is rising.
All night water has trickled into the tank;
time to start the motor, pump water
up to the tank that sits like a hat
on the roof of our house.
The child with clean teeth helps her mother,
a sandal seller, fill a tub with sandals. Crammed
like crayons in their box, the sandals might
bear names on their thin sides: Tomato. Papaya.
Sky. Moonrise and Murky Dawn.
The motor growls like a lion.
Our children crane their necks like lizards,
sun gleaming their eyes.
As the woman raises her tub arm’s length
over her head, the water tank overflows,
a sudden rainstorm. The children squeal
and jump. They must tell Thomas, who has arrived
pushing his motorbike, delivering a crate
of pop in bottles. The bottles dance.
The woman with sandals on her head
starts down the road, but she walks too close
to the wall; all we see is a tub of colours washing by.
Then comes a display case laden with pastries;
later, a sewing machine, toothbrushes
and toothpaste: tub of dental hygiene.
While he’s here, Thomas will iron the pyjamas.
Tonight the two pink children
will go to bed clean and crisp. No matter
that they’ll wake rumpled
from sleeping in the night’s open mouth,
from dreams of home. The women
will wake again before dawn,
balancing the day on their heads.
Peppers
Living in Ghana
If the truck does not start, if it
ignores you as though asleep,
lift the hood,
pluck out the yellow wire
and scrape it against the battery.
Immediately
you will wake the car.
Every morning
a man with pants torn to the knees
arrives to coerce water out of buckets
and onto the plants. He tips
the bucket, nudges water with his hands
as one might urge a child to play.
Therefore
we have flowers; we have peppers
which the young watchman, Anthony,
hands us in his exhausted cup —
breakfast, red as stoplights.
He imagines us wanting without peppers.
Beatrice, elegant girl
with a short wool of hair, gold
in her ears shining like moons
and shoes roomy as canoes,
shyly rattles our door
and finds us sweating into our hot chocolate,
peppers blooming on the table.
Cecilia, who aches for earrings, rushes out
with Beatrice into a river of school