Pick a chair
I am told in this
Colosseum of
Wondering thoughts, new ideas, and the delightful
Waft of old paper from great minds.
Chairs line the walls, the window,
The walkway,
Whirling wiftfully while they blur
together,
A museum of blue and green
To calm your mind, to get
You thinking.
But don't they see
The way in which
My wonder is
Warped into this sea of blue and green.
So
I walk
Wistfully wanting a
Chair that is not
Blue or green,
But points my body
In the same direction my
Waking mind
Walks.
I worry, fearful I can be
Crushed,
Taken, molded into the same
Whirlwind of a single
Thought.
I wander and pass One, Two, Three
Of the same thing
When I see a red chair.
I run, trying to tip
the scale
but I can't.
I walk back, sitting near,
Waiting to share, to
Whisper my wonders, hoping
I will find the strength
To sit in the
Wonderful whirling red chair.
On a recent trip to a local university, I visited their library, where specific sections were meant for students to study, to have group projects, and, of course, to read. In the study section, I couldn’t help but notice that although their seating had variety in chair style, it followed a strict blue and green color scheme. In the midst of uniformity, there was this red whirly chair (pictured left). A student gleefully hopped over, asking me to use the chair. I had no stake in the property and told him to go crazy. He lit up, immediately enjoying the free will humanity has to offer, and began swirling in the chair. Watching this student enjoy the world as if he were five again, I began to reminisce on the childlike wonder we tend to stray away from as we get older. This poem serves as a friendly reminder to explore new ideas and possibilities. Don’t be afraid to start somewhere.