(mapleleg)

The morning light
on the maple leg
of the dining table,
warming the seat
of the chair
with the matching
grain.
Everything is golden,
wheat-colored,
possible.
The yellow & gold
in the old teal
colored jug
I love.
The prism’s
rainbow on the
dining room wall.
It is the kind
of moment
I like to live in
and can.
The wandering cat
returns – hungry.
Day commits
itself to its
task.

11/11/99