Eventually, I gain traction

I want to write about the difference
between furniture in a store
and in a house, furniture that is found,
that is built, that is intimately understood,
that is newly acquired, that has withstood

rainstorms on a deck, or in the cold.

I beat myself silly with context.
I parse the premises of appropriate conduct
down to a second of situation
and stand thinking of what to do next
as aproned you buzzes past with a bowl

for smoking, having baked three pies
already, and pontificated somewhere
about things of a social nature -
which ignites such bull-headed passion in you,
which ignites such passion in me,
which ignites you.

This is how I pay attention.