Small Words, Bright Walls

“There’s some peace in this but it’s prolific, too.”

High ceilings washed in sunlight

From tall, south-facing windows

Golden winter afternoons

In the Northern Hemisphere,

A comfortable tree stump

In the mountains in autumn

Beside a tapestried creek

Swirling its patterns of leaves,

A chapbook of poetry

Printed on creamy paper

In a chair by a cabin

Above the deep summer lake,

Or whatever you prefer—

The best world’s light and texture,

The happiest descriptions 

Floating along and away.