My deckchair makes me weightless. Walk over head. ...

My deckchair makes me weightless. Walk over head. In the middle of life. Departure to happiness.

Soft mash fabric powdered my butt, hard steel secures my hand. A feeling like in the womb.

All colors of the rainbow. Table. Chair. Jacket. Love. Lafuma as a symbol of life. Grandeur.

I kiss you, garden furniture of the sky. My salvation, my rest, my peace.

Other furniture would be like you. Eager to follow you. But they lack the guarantee. The heart. The quality.

I watch the world. Floating, lying, still. Birds in the sky, snails in the grass, frogs in the foliage.