Whenever I go downtown to the shopping centre and walk past the Nail Salon I tense up.
Sometimes I hear weeping.
But there is no one there, just John the Vietnamese proprietor.
He is at his laptop.
But the big chairs, the pedicure chairs which cost a small fortune, are empty.
They are sad, unloved, unsat in.
You can hear them crying, sobbing into the arm rests.
I feel like going in to console them.
Perhaps sit in them for a while to cheer them up.
But it’s all right.
Once Spring comes and hits its stride, the women come and the chairs emit a cheery glow.
John Malone 
Those poor chairs … Unsat in, useless, waiting, waiting for their time in the sun again.
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I know the feeling well, Carolyn 😦
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They need a purpose- soon they will be important once again
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it’s a bit of a parable, Beth, and tou are right in picking ‘purposefulness’ as the heart of it: we all want to feel useful 🙂
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I’m the same whenever I see the kids’ rides at shopping centres. Abandoned like a ghost fairground…
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you’te right, Matthew, now that you mention it: at our local shopping centre there are children’s rides that no child goes on, even though they are not quarantined off?
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You are a real poet! all those chairs that had people queued for them must be miserably lonely! Wonder when will it be over, but sitting right next to your best buddy, reading a magazine together …. when will that happen again?
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that is high praise 🙂 thank you; I am modestly proud of this little poem 🙂 I have empathy with things 🙂
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