to sit in a chair
not reserved for me
is disgrace
at the utmost
to poetry,
in truth
the house on the clouds
and winds
and seas
a life dedicated to the
flitting moon
does not have
a chair
neither a feet
nor root
of hair...
RIC S. BASTASA
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/upon-a-chair-not-reserved-for-me/
