As if we are getting to know what has been for years a thing unacknowledged

The Arne Norell Sirocco Safari Chair
 
 
My sons bring up the chair
That no one likes to sit in
In the corner of the living room
 
One has looked it up:
Cognac leather, rosewood
Era, Sweden, and so on
 
With more value in pairs
Yet our mouths hang open
At a lonely chair’s yield
 
    We hover around it
    Concoct an enigma
    Touch its skin
 
As if we are getting to know
What has been for years
A thing unacknowledged
 
Just a chair in the corner
Slid carefully over maple
Into the heart of the room

Sitting, surrounded, I feel
The supple charisma of 16
Year old patina
 

    How much could you get?

    What would you buy instead?

    Go their young tongues

Unlikely, its new value:
Bounded by children
In a stark light