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….