Comfortable Friend

I wait and rest… I can feel the movement of air as it pulls at my structure… you place me here and pull back to fill me in your view… I wait for the twist of your face and the adjustment. Want me… be pleased… love me…

Yes… all is right. I feel the smile of the artists touch. You walk by and touch my arm and fold the pleats of my covering. I am happy to have brought you joy… in this quiet moment, I feel full and useful.

I will wait here and peer through the window. The curtains block my view as the wind dances with them. I fantasize of their freedom, but am distracted by the workings of life from behind me… I hear words that I am unable to comprehend… for I can only evaluate expression and touch.

I can feel your closeness… please be with me… please attend to me… I will comfort you if that is what you desire… but you pass by me… I will wait for you… I will be here when you need warmth or rest.

I know you will return to love me… to feel me… to need me… all of us in this room look to each other and wait quietly. We talk with a symphony of silence… pick me… love me…

And you do… you rest with me… let me hold all of your weight… I am providing my purpose. Fill my spaces and warm my insides with your time… when you go, I can stop the erosion of time with the memories of our mutual purpose. Thank you for your attention… thank you for your touch and your warmth...

I will sit here by our window until you place me by the hall… or by the porch. The sun is our private friend. We both search for it in our quiet times.

You are of bone and flesh and I am of wood and cloth… we are, both of us, strong yet fragile. Sit upon me… place me… love me… accept me… I long to be your comfortable friend…

Shannon R Killman