The chair in the middle of the Cuyahoga River
Belies explanation.
Not sure how it arrived there. Or why.
Maybe it was hurled from the restaurant nearby
In a midnight brawl.
Or perhaps thrown as garbage with a wobbly leg.
Somehow the river doesn’t mind.
The waters make room and flow
Around now-warped legs and seat.
The fish don’t care and the birds don’t
Take a second glance.
Only I am wondering about this chair.
Maybe I just need a place to sit and
This concrete I am perched on is
Just not snug enough.
But I know that there is more.
For my life flows around me,
Currents that force through
And under and around.
And I stand out in my world
Like a chair in a river,
Contemplating how I managed
To get to this place and
What to do about it now.
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