I need a yellow room—sun blessing table cloth,
draping over chair like a rumpled sweater,
puddling floor like a pond.  

I need sun to stretch into corners, obliterate
shadows, then kiss the piano into
a crescendo of beams  

motes at the center,
dazzling my eyes like topaz & hope,
a dream of warmth & weight that my hands  

wrap round & bring
to all things—garden & poetry & night,
& birdsong in my ear, blue jay squawk in spring,  

robin tremolo in pitch of rain, crow hag call from bare
                                                        branch, wren’s surging throatsong
                                                                       skimming snow.  

~inspired by Patrick William Adam’s “Interior Scene”