A chair sits
its cushion and legs casting
a patient shadow in the space to its right.
where feet do not rap the floor,
and legs do not grow restless,
and body cannot
towards a more comfortable position.
But a tickle silently tremors its base,
waiting for tired legs to find themselves
to plunge into cushion
and quench two desires.
Legs inch by
bent at the knee, where a wobble is detected
pleading for momentary rest –
but a paper is due in an hour,
cannot allow her to sit
for even just a moment.