The Chair
It had been a long day…
I plopped into the yard-chair;
a small parrot soon let down
on a clothesline, mere arm’s length
above and to the right of my
aching brain –
It seemed we had something
in common, as he eyed me
curiously...perhaps wanting
to say, “Why not wings? Though
admittedly gliding has its limits”,
he nodded (sensing his thoughts)
‘for even the best soar needs to
pause at times, if to make it to
journey's end….’
Journey’s End, I thought,
barely recalling a beginning...
remembering all the pauses
in life: school, marriage,
children, divorce – writing
stories, writing poetry, painting…
but at the moment, this chair
cradling my tired bottom seems
the world’s greatest achievement
I think I will dedicate the rest
of my life
to making chairs….
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