The lone chair is everywhere.
Is it only for the lonely?
Traveled the countryside, in search of the deserted, solo seat.
Thru leaf and fallen shafts of wheat.
And, in due course, not a single one would speak.
As the multifaceted traveler, I had to interpret what I was after.
Thus, I took the chair offered me.
It was then that the chill in my bones subsided.
And, the words of, ‘alone’ but ‘not lonely’ collided.
