Honoring chairs

 

The chair I’m sitting on
to reach this keyboard is
tall enough to help me stand and
short enough to take off shoes and socks
and put them on again.
It has wheels to roll into positions
necessary for each task,
and even for sitting at the kitchen table
next to the plain wooden kitchen chair.
It nods to the kitchen chair
and to the shorter armchair
in burgundy upholstery
that sits by the window.
“Ah,” it ruminates, “I’m definitely superior
to stationary chairs who don’t have
my metal infrastructure.”
I laugh at it, and let it think so.
It’s comfortable enough for writing,
but not for reading or for eating.
Each chair carries its own stories.
It takes more than one sitting place
to make a home.

 

For Sherry's prompt "Ordinary Things" at What's Going On?  

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