Meditations On a Kitchen Chair

A Poem

A chair stands
as though it could
raise you up
above the ground
in whose womb
you gathered,
a clenched fist.

Sitting though
is downward motion,
reclining, resting,
giving up moments
to gravity pressing
you perpetually 
against the earth.

The metal scaffolding
of the chair 
squarely determines
the boundaries
between the living
thrust upward

from assim…