The slipper beneath the bed
Is empty,
Alone,
And seemingly without purpose.
It is lifeless,
Motionless,
And cold.
Morning breaks.
There seems to be movement nearby.
Sure enough . . .
Now the slipper is no longer empty,
Is no longer motionless,
And has purpose.
Did it not have purpose all along?
By Martha L Shaw – Copyright 10-25-2012
