The Chair
Ell: The chair sat there.
Tom: Unmoving, unaware.
Ell: Four legs to support it’s base, but none to support my heart.
Tom: My heart that yearns
Ell: for a place to sit and rest.
Tom: For time to think.
Ell: But with no time to spare
Tom: what use be a chair?
Ell: Whilst supporting my back
Tom: my mind floats dangerously free; in mad thoughts, crazy notions.
Ell: No myriad of purposes, it has few functions. It is just a chair.
Tom: And still it sits there.
