the high yellow chair

it was a yellow

chair

in the kitchen,

a chair

that followed us wherever

we moved.

from Boston

to Chicago,

to Barcelona, to Norfolk.

to Washington

Dc.

it was tall,

slick with plastic.

and it wobbled, but

it was well used.

we pushed

it to the window

to peer out,

we pushed it to the sink

and cupboards

for water,

or to find whatever

we could

to eat.

it's been long gone, like

so much

in life,

but i can see it now.