The Way One Thing Reveals Another
Am I having a conversation with a chair?
I pause and consider who I am talking with.
I took the chair inside yesterday.
It seemed like I could.
There is something I cannot name.
All of me feels it, senses it.
Not all the time and when I am playing the piano, something is happening.
What?
It’s more than the chair.
I court the unknown.
I am walking through leaves, enjoying the sound, the sunny day.
The way one thing reveals another.
I kick my covers off in the night.
They are heavy.
This morning I wake ready to be awake.
I move slowly.
Not yet ready for light.
The mist is rising.
The clouds cover the sun.
I bring my hands to the keyboard and begin to play.