Pages of yellow folded inside a plain
white envelope. Its calligraphy sparkles.
These pieces of sunshine pushed
under the door brighten the room
with more warmth than burning coals
and more light than the morning
in new willow leaves. Words
on yellow paper say the universe
is generous: spilling patterns of sound
and pictures, pressing on doorbells
of secret houses, waking windchimes
hung like frail nests in the branches
of memory, and billowing
the brown sails of a moored boat
that frets for ocean currents.
Words on yellow paper share the call
to journey into word-worlds, distant
and impossibly near, to gather up
the runes, throw them down like dice
and follow their signing.