Poem: Chair on the North Wall

Chair on the North Wall

The chair sits alone along the north wall.
Colonial style, it comes out with the company.
Otherwise it adorns the empty space,
out of the way. Solitary.
A comfortable place to remind you
you are only alone
when you choose to be.

About this poem

I spend a lot of my time alone. Working. Creating. Thinking. Feeling. But I am never lonely. I have a life full of people who both give me space, and at the same time, are always there for me.

It wasn’t always that way. There was a time I was too broken to invite intimate company in. Isolation, though, and you have heard me say it many times, is the enemy. Life is good.

The picture was taken at the Hancock Shaker Village, in the Berkshires of Massachusetts.


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