The Delight of the Room
A simple wooden stool.
Wood. Leather. Small.
Almost lost in the baroque museum,
To you, the delight of the room.
About this poem
At times, I feel like life is a struggle to have just little enough that nothing gets lost, and everything gets appreciated.
Be well. Travel wisely,
PS The picture was taken at the Hyde, a small museum in Glens Falls, NY, over a year ago.