I don’t remember sitting
in the very first chair
I ever sat in
but I’ve seen it later on:
red and ornamented, long-legged, barred.
Then came the kitchen bench,
bottles of juice lined up neatly behind me,
breakfast and lunch and newspapers and talk.
Small chairs in kindergarten,
just the right size,
legs dangling,
singing,
and listening to a story
(or not).
The next size chairs:
behind a school desk,
leaning forward,
pen in hand.
And in between:
chairs to build forts
and bridges
and ships.
More chairs behind desks,
more desks behind chairs.
Sitting stiller and stiller.
Later: sitting on benches in parks,
discussing feelings,
and who we are –
who we don’t wanna be.
Then: sitting on the floor in protest
or
sometimes
simply to wait.
A chairless year follows a chairful one.
And then chairs in
lecture theatres,
seminar rooms,
libraries,
train stations,
archives,
theatres,
kitchens,
hospitals,
cinemas,
offices,
pubs,
halls.
Sitting,
listening,
talking,
eating,
frowning,
crying,
reading,
laughing,
doubting,
hiding,
living,
fighting,
thinking,
working,
writing.
Still on the lookout for a chair,
just my size,
legs dangling,
singing,
and listening to a story
(or not).
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