Tall in Front - a poem
Perfect view through
a seat to be filled
Empty seat.
Good seat. Long awaited, this event.
Rare dollars tucked
into a jar for this
My seat a reward
A great seat.
Empty seat
in darkness feet, perhaps.
The last patron searches, checks,
and claims the seat.
In front.
Tall in Front.
I shift. Relief—a view still.
Stretching long neck,
repositioning askew front.
Movement, shuflling and fidgeting again.
I shift. Concern—a momentary change?
Presently, another orientation.
Taller in front,
rotated left, head tilted right.
I shift. Tilt. Sigh.
Tall in Front, settling
into arm-crossed slouch.
Stable. I shift. Sigh.
My own height unusual,
yet not adequate.
Long neck not long enough.
Average seat. Obstructed.
Tall in Front.
I stretch taller,
becoming ever more traitorous
To those behind.