Objects Neutral. Poem by Geoffrey Fafard

There is not such a thing
As object neutrality
Everything in your world
Is linked to you through a few
Bare boned reactive senses

Through sad touch, happy touch
Through sight, both dim or sharp
Through whispered goodbyes
I whisper, I touch, I see
I softly cry farewell

Even to supposed inanimate objects
That have been with me a lifetime
I wish all of these objects
All the best because they have been
My friends and life protectors

All these bygone years giving
A service and quiet attachment
Not offered me by more
Than a lean scattering
Of people.