Sofa Poem by Doris Cornago

Crisscrossed pattern on soft cloth
Many hours spent rambling words
Figuring how to unravel crossroads
This sofa has grown into my bones

Fluffy pillows to support sore back
Patterned with green for extra sheen
My mind takes on another long stroll
But this sofa stuck behind bottoms

Longing to rest without any regret
Scanning the ceiling for inspiration
Without the comfort of soft cushions
Sofa pierces, presses, and genuflects