There is No Seat I stood at the door looking for the shore to lay my anchor down. I see the warmth directed everywhere, but there is none for me. I peek inside rooted at the threshhold and see, all of those chairs looking back at me. But there is no seat avaliable for me, and like that one tremulous dew drop I quiver, cold, alone. I turn the way I came,looked back at this once familar and loved scene. I cannot stay. I must find my chair out there.