Ode to a Lawn Chair

Two lawn chairs sit next to abandoned pool
Recording secret messages of birds
Not made of rocks, marshmallows or tulle
But faded flowers, aluminum and words

Lawn chair is like a life raft in the middle of a concrete sea
Safe from mind blocks, spiders and aching bones
Cloud servant and dream ally

Lawn chair cocoons my sweat, bones and glass of Chablis
Offering views of green pine, dying yellow shrub, sliding lizards—pictures for phones
A conduit between Virginia and blue sky

Oasis from darkened room and conditioned air, I can
Breathe again

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Inspired by imaginary garden with real toads:

I ask you to think of something simple, something down to earth or day to day–what, for example, your eye passes over as you look over (right now) from your computer screen–and find a poem or ode in it.

Note that the poem/ode can start with something relatively “lowly”, but then scale whatever heights or fancies you wish.  In other words, your ode can, but, need need simply describe the object or experience that is its inspiration; it can just use object or experience as a place for lift-off (if you like).