Sun shines through the north window.
The back of an oak chair defies the rays,
forcing its shadow on the kitchen tablecloth.
Sunlight, stronger still, glows
around the dull yellow shadow
and the shape
slowly, slowly recedes.
Soon it will be gone.
Then the chair will be pulled back –
an oak perch employed for
this morning’s readings, chattings,
sippings, listenings, munchings.
That shadow will never appear again
but as sure as sunrise,
it will be replaced the next sunny day
if someone is there to catch it.