This Chair.
A no-nonsense chair,
it solidly graces the kitchen hearth\'s corner,
cushioned, prepared for
heavy or lightweights to attempt restoring
peace with sedative-rocks.
Shared so long ago
by differing sizes its seat glows when waxed,
and asthmatically groans
if abused as a neat carpenter once relaxed
parts damaged by knocks.
Honed and embedded
in unfolding life-stories this rocker\'s motion
evokes old memories
of family hopes well-hidden by moments
that time quietly forgot.
I stroke it and feel
phantom-lives wishing for what would best
realize hoped-for dreams,
and float with them soporifically to invest
more in its hypnotics.
Spectre-folk flicker
in moving-chair depths of chestnut-patina
so if I sit still to hear
secrets will these ghosts breathe in relief
at last as I stop rocking ?