I sat in that chair today
the one I spent years in, thinking
waiting, dying, wishing
It didn’t feel the same.
The view has changed only a little
one tree gone from a storm
uprooted
laying on its side, dead,
across the dry gully
an unnecessary bridge
But otherwise, things look the same.
Time escaped me there,
sitting in that chair
or did I escape from it?
Did time and I become stuck
locked, stalled, immovable
neither one of us willing to budge
to get up out of that chair
if only to change our view
It was changed for us instead
nearly uprooted by a surprise storm
I managed to hang on
but the chair was changed forever
Time just kept on going, it didn’t look back
