The Spindled Perch

Cradling the floorboards, the rocking chair lulls to a gradual still.

A figure fleets by, with feet weary and laden.

Gently, the gungstol persuades the figure to a comforting rest.

Thoroughly refreshed, the occupant sets off to an intended destination far beyond.

The wicker on the adirondack betrays signs of repeated occupancy.

Albeit transient, sporadic sitting fulfils its purpose.

Till its rendered redundance.