Deck-chair

It's a simple deck-chair

Made of canvas

Striped and faded

It's flimsy aluminium legs

Planted in the dirt

On plastic nubs

That show the scuffs

But it's so beautiful there

All alone

As the evening comes

Struck by a sunbeam

In the mellow light

As its cloth face

Rustles in the breeze

What a lucky deck-chair

Overlooking the ocean

At the top of a cliff

A copse as a backdrop

To its bare stage

Nothing in front but

The lip at the end of the world

And the calm waters beyond

Undulating,

If you look close enough,

But otherwise coloured glass

What a moment

They must have shared

The bringer and the chair

To have felt that warmth

And that peace

And to know when

To take the air