Metaphysics

While I am astonished,
they just live,
simply sitting down
and puffing up their things
on the table beside them.

Simply, without worrying
about airs. Things are things,
conversation is personal
and easy to grasp,
even though it diffuses,

without their knowlege
into the surrounding
ether of shades.
They sit with a plop
beside a pile of coats.