The chair’s memories go back to a sylvan past
Of animals, trees and foliage, in caves of dark
Men, women and kids in leaves of loin cover,
Fire in twigs and bird calls and bees of honey.
The ancestors might have sat on its wood
Hopping from tree to tree, looking for chairs,
When there were no chairs, only branches.
You still see the ancestors’ seats delineated
In the chair, as if they had once sat on them. (Think of the chair as Idea of chair, in a platonic sense of an object being copy of the Idea. Reflect on the slight depression built in the chair anticipating how the sitter’s body will fill the chair)