Today this amber light is making the world drunk.
All things, illuminated, chatter and dance
like characters in a play by Oscar Wilde. The light
is content to be everywhere it can, quietly.
The house we live in is simple. It fits our thoughts.
What arguments we have seem fairly fought;
the chattering voices of actors who fit their roles.
The work we do, we do everywhere, lightly.
Our eyes see each other in amber light.