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For today’s prompt, write a poem that reveals something. Maybe it’s something physical (like light revealing an intruder or pulling back a sheet to reveal a new car). Or maybe it’s something psychological, emotional, or spiritual. Today’s the day to reveal.

Cathedra


lt has become something to me
little chair


little
little


too small to sit in
too small to pull up to a table
- if there is one, I don't know.


The little chair floats in my head somewhere
recognizable thing that I suppose says


you have lived and have a place 
or 
there is time to sit
or 
you say 'chair'
- is this what you mean?


Here it is.
Little chair
The word derived from cathedra
Like to sit down
and rest before the divine
and see what one sees
within
and without.