Two Chairs with a View

So, I'm taking a total break from the chronology this morning, to share a poem, as I threatened to do early on in my posts.  I would like to dedicate it to many people ... namely:  David, Charlotte, Kevin, Maureen, Rachel, Esther, Kate, Joy, Laura, Cheryl, Anne, Judy, Colette.  It's YOU I wish could sit beside me.

TWO CHAIRS WITH A VIEW

An invigorating walk

  causes my weakened heart

  to pound, almost palpitate.

My body, flabby …

   out of shape.

But fresh air coursing through my

   lungs clears some fogginess.

Tiring, I see two blue-lacquered chairs.

   Lonely against the seascape.

   Yet, beckoning, welcoming.

I sit … watch …

Wisps of dainty clouds

   gracing a soft, blue sky.

The sun, a knife slicing through,

   creates a dazzling, silver streak

   along the flat horizon.

Waves, lapping.

Gulls, flapping, fighting.

Reefs of intricate rocks …

They’re just like me.

Sometimes, strong and firm.

But soon, surrounded, then … overtaken.

Gone quickly, in an instant.

Simmering just below the surface.

Unnoticeable, drowning.

I imagine you here,

   in the blue-lacquered chair beside me,

   chatting easily with ready laughter.

You touch my arm,

   grasp my hand.

Now … I’m free as

   the bobbing kelp bulb or

   driftwood bouncing, carefree.

Carried by the water.

Free, yet secure,

   In a blue-lacquered chair.

     Yvonne, March 2013