The Shaker Chair
More than a place to sit,
it fills space.
Makes a mark.
Invites. Tells stories.
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.
PS: The picture was taken at the Hancock Shaker Village near Pittsfield, Mass.