I will put in my jar
The swoosh of an owl’s feather on a winters night
Water from the mouth of a Mexican dolphin
The tip of a finger touching a glistening gold ring.

I will put in my jar
An elf with a bowl of jelly
A sip of the clearest water from the bluest ocean
A deafening bang from the most colourful firework.

I will put in my jar
Three silver wishes spoken in Spanish
The last book of an ancient god
And the first giggle of a baby
.
I will put in my jar
A last season and a sparkling star
A queen on a farm
And a farmer in a carriage.

My jar is elegant from water, gold and silver
With feathers on the lid and laughs in the corner
Its glass is the finger joints of a child.

I shall sit in my jar
On the rolling rocks of the cliff tops
Then walk ashore on a sandy beach
The colour of the sun.