Metamorphosis

There is a light that glides along the siding of our house,
then slips into the dining room and pours itself all out.
It enters not to steal or break, but comes to open wide.

So wide
that it no longer needs to take, for it becomes
the oiled, wooden floor,
the antique chair,
and there-

Underneath the window seat the kitten plays a game of hide an' seek.
She boxes with an imaginary foe,
(a braided rug of rusty reds and grey-mare blues),

That too.