A Much Wanted Addition

There is a room
down the hall of my
earnest wishes,
illuminated in yellow
with a window through which
light is cast onto the snow.

The tingling voices of dignified
people play and never apologize there,
with rare free laughter,
eye to eye, heads held
in the way people hold them
when they are in control.

We have filled all our
vacuums. Without the wind
it has been warm and still;
but not a voice
laughs.