If Chairs Could Talk

I was early; the only patient in this blue treatment chaired room On the ward. Empty, The two chairs across from me And the one on my left - Almost human: Square head, big ears, Solid body, long outstretched arms, Sitting, legs together, waiting. As I waited too, for fellow patients To turn them back To chairs again. They have held, And will hold again So many stories to tell. If they could talk, They would never stop. These chairs have seen and heard it all. Later, Sitting across from me, All of "42 kilos," as she told the nurse. The chair seemed so huge And she so breakable and small. "I will hold her safe And keep her from all harm" I heard her chair say.