I just saw it yesterday, the broken chair.
It must have been broken for a long time.
Signs of wear and tear had crept in over the years.
The paint had worn thin along the edge of the seat
And the rungs, well, there were only two left.
The broken chair sat under the window for years.
No one had moved it.
Perhaps if I’d taken it into the sunlight
I would have seen the large crack in the seat.
My question now, after all these years of brokenness is
Why did I only just see it yesterday.
'Waiting For Clarity'