2005/couch

My therapist
has the same
couch he had
when I saw him
two decades
ago.
I considered
returning for years
before I finally
did, but
hesitated,
feeling (ashamed)
at my lack
of change.
Not much is
new in his
world, (though)
the same prints
on the wall.
The black and tan
velvet couch,
where I refuse
to sit.

In a Victorian
house
(the therapist
office)
has great wood
work,
a fireplace
in the corner
I did not notice
for weeks,
I’m not usually
like that,
so out of touch.
But there’s no
extra time for
the eye to roam,
searching out
pleasing details
a comfortable place
to land.

9/7/05