View from an Aeron Chair

A half-view of greenery, cut off by blinds.

Pinecones hanging in pairs, like testicles.

Brain balls, someone once said at a pool.

We were in it, looking up at a guy getting out.

This angle replicates that one, but the view

is more animated, less peopled.

The sky’s changeups are reminders

that this will not drag on forever, despite

the ergonomic ease afforded by the seat

first devised for geriatric care, then stripped down.

It’d seem rational: if the elderly spent

their days in recliners, so could others,

dot-commers, say, properly incentivized.

And at least there is no symbolic logic,

with eliminands and retinends.

No lasting premises either;

we will be priced out of any area.

No sooner than the conclusion is accepted

as consequent and part and parcel

of this universe of discourse, we’ll come to realize

the sense in having new places to leave.

This is the chair’s democracy.

Particularly this one, with its form-fitting mesh

forsaking foam and padding,

which cause overheating and cloud

the sitter’s judgment.

It’s recyclable, and that matters.

Still, the office chair’s revolution is an oxymoron.