Rocking Chair

There rarely came a time when I didn't want to rock no more

The swivel on my chair came at the price of a screech 

The wood planks under my feet perhaps cried under my weight 

As I stretched my legs forward gathering momentum

Pulling my back back with

A magazine firm in my hands

On my porch I rocked beyond the chirps of birds

Amongst 

Unpreturbed

Verbs

That swerved and veered off my original thought of the moment

And though I strayed

The rocking chair brought me back to

Where I started 

John Kennedy used a rocking chair

It was rumoured he almost fell off his chair during

The Cuban Missile Crisis

And due to his bad back

He rocked in the Oval Office and

On Air Force One

The Etruscans and Trojans thought of rocking even before the arch was invented
However the instability of their early mechanisms had horses falling and
Slaves scrambling for a foothold

Just like some modern inventors concocted the Rocking Bed or

The Rocking Table

Not all things that Rock, Rock

Still, as I sit rocking in this chair I cannot help but think of the passing

Seasons, the Whale on Pluto and my fellow rocker here next to me

(Some think of him a touch tinny) 

Above the creaking you hear his circuits 

A Bible of sounds

My robot, 

Zot

Asks me about passing time

Gives me physical estimations on my vortex and

Chair's trajectories 

Worries if I

Over-rock 

How will I catch myself?

And wonders about circulation, digestion and 

The gestation period in the womb that

I so often talk about.