I knew what a vise was
but not the word for it in Dutch.
Still, I figured I’d find whatever it was
“on the work bench
on the third floor,
just under the roof.”
I knew I was looking for
something with a screw.
Piet wanted it to fix a clock.
Not a big clock,
a little clock.
A travel alarm,
like what my Grandma would’ve had
in the ’80’s.
It was a gift from an aunt
and the winder was off.
But first I had to find that screw.
a lovely poem!