Comfort Zone

Have you ever noticed how everyone desires the front row at a theater or ballgame, but the back row at church or in school?

Front Row Seat

I, being vertically challenged*, always chose to sit front row in a classroom,

(Those seats were always available, not the choice seats, I presume),

Otherwise, I couldn’t see and sometime couldn’t hear what was being taught,

I listened well and fervently took notes into the notebook that I brought,

Then one American History class in high school changed my whole perspective,

We were seated alphabetically, by last name; how rudely ineffective!

For the first time in my life, I was seated in the back,

It seemed miles away from the teacher; I was completely off-track,

It was necessary to copy the lesson from the chalkboard, but alas,

I could not read a word of it, like the others in my class,

I looked around and everyone was writing so intently,

 “You can see that?” I whispered, tapping a girl’s shoulder gently,

To me it all seemed out of focus and totally unclear,

Was I losing my eyesight? …  that was my fear!

Well, my eyesight was poor; I was near-sighted, in fact,

And I had to get glasses when I moved to the back,

I would not have known that based on my choice of seat,

But I still prefer the front, it makes my experience complete,

I don’t have to look past big heads that are tall,

Or get distracted for no reason at all,

Sitting in the front row may seem really lame,

But I like it there; it’s my comfort zone, just the same.

Tammy Harvey

10/6/2019