I Prefer the Company of Tables and Chairs

Anyone who has ever been exhausted by socializing can relate to the need to get away. When you care about making people happy, it can be exhausting trying not to step on anyone’s toes and distressing having to make apologies when you actually do. It's not that I really prefer furniture to people, but sometimes I just need calm, and calm is hard to find when most people are present.


I Prefer the Company of Tables and Chairs

I prefer the company of tables and chairs,
Their silent acceptance and lack of stares.
They don’t cry or feel offense,
Should I accidentally trip or spill
Or forget to clean the dirty overfill.
Or if I seem a bit dishabille,
None will think adversely hence,
Thus there is no need for recompense,
No sudden urge to play defense.

For books and mugs and little rings,
Tables, chairs, and things with springs,
They don’t seem to mind.



Yes, I prefer the company of tables and chairs,
With no questions babbled, nor loudness rambled,
Nor exhaustive comments about ability,
No rowdy rabble being insistent,
Nor spoken opinions becoming persistent,
Awkward conversation remaining non-existent,
I am at peace with their docility.
Serene silence when needed of indefinite duration,
Free to be myself, I find content relaxation.
In their presence I find no hostility.

For jeans and towels and mattress covers,
Tables, chairs, trowels and shovels,
They don’t seem to mind.



Yes, I prefer the company of tables and chairs,
Never engaging in pointless silly banter,
Never wondering how to answer,
Questions vague with shallow candor.
No apologetic or polite pretenses,
Only straightforward honest essence,
Their thoughts never less than acquiescence.
My sincere attempts never questioned or disbelieved,
Only in silence calmly received.

For plates and pears and crescent moons,
Tables, chairs, and silver spoons,
They don’t seem to mind.

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