The Shaker Chair

More than a place to sit,
it fills space.
Makes a mark.
Invites. Tells stories.
Contains history.
Becomes art.

About this poem.

I have a weakness for furniture. Chairs in particular.

Everything in my house has a story.

Sometimes we become more than we intend.

From all those thoughts on a thick-headed morning, this poem.

Tom

PS: The picture was taken at the Hancock Shaker Village near Pittsfield, Mass.