We spent dinner last night with a couple we
deem dear. Ease is our union. Three
hours together, time was as fleet afoot
as a determined west wind. This
morning, though, I'm dazzled by that humble chair.
I have little recollection of how it held me so well
and inflicted no discomfort. What better can I say
than it was invisible? So
while these lines are not an ode to a chair-nothing so
formal and disciplined as that-they are a tribute
to common comfort. Of course there are chairs
foreign to our bodies and ugly in our sight,
but when we're so privileged to settle into one-
and forget about it-
and give our attention to what brought us there . . .
From Allan Cox's collection, "In the Middle of Time."
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