Musical Chairs

Musical chairs

I feel like we’re playing musical chairs in the world.
I am not good at that game.

Where can we go?

What can we do?

Where is it safe?

When I was a kid people used to scream

at me because I would never leave my chair.

If I did it was to slither

over to the next chair
before the music even thought about stopping.

In my house there are many chairs.
There are many photos.
I like to stop

and sit on the chair that looks directly into the photo
of my family surrounding me.

That’s all I see
That’s all I pray for.

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3 responses to “Musical Chairs”

  1. farawayart Avatar

    Oh absolutely magical poem. It makes one play the game but reminding failure and madness of not winning. Just love this poem.

  2. Elizabeth Delmonico Avatar
    Elizabeth Delmonico

    This poem rings true.

  3. libbykoponen Avatar

    Oh Lucinda I love this poem! And I remember that feeling of terror in the game –of the chair being gone but it was more wordless even that that. I confronted fear in those days differently: now, I would stay put but then I tried to be brave, to keep a fair distance, to circle warily around and then to RUN as fast as I could when the music stopped. As it will for us all!

    Brava this poem.

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