"I wake up at reasonable hours I see a family heirloom chestnut hutch and dust-caked quilts piled on a rocking chair by a broken stained glass window The light streaming into the hallway through the cracks is dishwater grey There are star charts painted on the roof of the barn in gold aerosol stencil against a deep / royal blue bkgrnd The animals are kind to me They like me They lick the salt from my hands My father comes to visit me We walk the grounds commenting on the calm surface of the pond It is autumn and the trees have gone fluorescent."