SIX FEET LONG

My feet hang off.
I wake sunken
into the belly
of an
air mattress;
my shoulders
folded forward.
Slumped,
I sit up
at attention
and listen
as
my spine sets itself.
The fact I am waking
at all is a plus.
I’ve slept or not
slept sitting upright
in coach on
so
many Amtraks.
My life has degraded
to
a black backpack, a-
gain.
But, I feel best
having less,
with just enough
space to rest.

I don’t know
where I’m going
next, after I go;
just that I am
going.

written on 03/09/2014 by: Matt Kane