Stripped wood fireplace used as a scratching-post

                for a previous tenant's cats, crown moulding hemming

          in large clear windows

                           looking out, looking out. Sun

             so cool in midwinter. Christmas tree

       tinder-dry, and I have no knowledge

                   of its woods, who it was before.

       I lie in my blue bed,

                    I emerge in the morning flushed

                           and full of love for my life

         in bookcases, windowsills, in the rooms

      beneath the attic,

                 where nothing makes me ashamed

                for the world I have made.

The wild ducks

          and geese, bullfrogs,

                        lichen, and snow.