A seat is simply
a seat
nothing more-nothing less.
You seat on it
You lay your tired body
― indifferently heavy or bearable ―
and it mutely tightens its teeth.
The seat may creak sometimes
as you move carelessly on it ―
creaking it suffers but it won’t speak.
It is moved when you move away
without protesting
Something it wonders at its own endurance
pensive it remains
as you abandon it.