Monday, July 15, 2019

A Take - From the Turtle

The Chair 

She walked the golden path
To the door
She opened the door
there was a chair
placed just so....
she sat down.....
no one there!
She walked the silver path
To the door there..
She opened the door
there was a chair
already there...
placed just so....
She sat down.....
no one there..
she took a deep
She walked the graveled path
to the door there
She opened the door
....always there
it was the chair....
always there....
placed the same way.....
she sat
She took a deep breath..
no one there
it was dead air!

Love and hugs,


1 comment:

  1. Life happens in glimpses, doesn't it? And every now and again, as we try and try and try, it feels like we are seeing/feeling the same thing... even when we aren't.