oh, beloved futon
written june 4, 2014
beloved futon,
never thought i'd get so sentimental
about moving letting you go to a new home
you were the gift of a friend who moved a few years ago
and my beloved, you were the first thing I set my body down upon in my new home--
tired, grateful, alone
I remember opening my big windows, drifting off to sleep
Suddenly I felt a wave of cool, calm and comfort
like this is me, on my own --
a view of the sun rise
cracking across the wood hard my heart soft lighting up
the whole space
hearing for the first time
the ancient elevator, called at night.
oh, beloved futon,
you've been a firm foundational friend and
i'll miss that reliability that way you made me feel
so safe, supported that way you hugged my back tucked into a deep open-faced sandwich
you've been there for me and for my friends and for those nights
too tired to drive
free and accepting
open and unassuming
a rest is all you need to get back on your feet
Times where I need
just to bury my own tears
or have late-night tea, watch Netflix or play video games, or cuddle and nap
finish the rest of a cake
and feast as family and party -- fit as many and get close as possible.
Futon, you have taken up a special space
I'll always remember you as gift
and now you move,
pass hands and down the elevator into a truck
to a friend's home with a painting.
Thanks for everything.
Thanks for being there for me.
beloved futon,
never thought i'd get so sentimental
about moving letting you go to a new home
you were the gift of a friend who moved a few years ago
and my beloved, you were the first thing I set my body down upon in my new home--
tired, grateful, alone
I remember opening my big windows, drifting off to sleep
Suddenly I felt a wave of cool, calm and comfort
like this is me, on my own --
a view of the sun rise
cracking across the wood hard my heart soft lighting up
the whole space
hearing for the first time
the ancient elevator, called at night.
oh, beloved futon,
you've been a firm foundational friend and
i'll miss that reliability that way you made me feel
so safe, supported that way you hugged my back tucked into a deep open-faced sandwich
you've been there for me and for my friends and for those nights
too tired to drive
free and accepting
open and unassuming
a rest is all you need to get back on your feet
Times where I need
just to bury my own tears
or have late-night tea, watch Netflix or play video games, or cuddle and nap
finish the rest of a cake
and feast as family and party -- fit as many and get close as possible.
Futon, you have taken up a special space
I'll always remember you as gift
and now you move,
pass hands and down the elevator into a truck
to a friend's home with a painting.
Thanks for everything.
Thanks for being there for me.