Rather than gliding smoothly
It won’t budge even though it’s pulled
Forward, backward until fingers ache from the effortl
It doesn’t look that bad
From the outside where the teeth
Are shiny and black and only a small bit of paint –
It flakes off with the wiggling, a sign of the greater problem.
It was in a bad place
Where the humidity and who knows what else
Sat on it for too long a time and it began to change inside
Looking closely, there
There it is along the edges…
Dusty, irregular, misshapen line of gray
The metal of one
Grows into the metal of the other
In a weld of fusion and confusion that renders it immobile, stuck.
Scraping it away
Looking for true strength beneath
There are so many places where the corrosion sits
But, there has to be
One last place, that when it is freed
It moves and becomes, once again, what it was meant to be.
S. Dietz 2016