The useful loneliness of chairs…
Sitting with chairs
stacked outside my favorite cafe
i watch them all evening, to see how they hold memory
then i get up, walk on. Today, i gave nothing back to them but noticing them
and these words. The way chairs wait for us each day…
Tomorrow i may chat with friends on them
beneath those trees which lean into the cathedral,
and I will be more useful, but today
they are already being themselves,
waiting to serve tomorrow’s scene.