Waiting
So here we go
another hospital
more waiting
then a little chat
it was
impossible
so back we come
to try a new approach
sitting on
the same old seat
discomfort
never broached
waiting, waiting, waiting
can be infuriating
overthinking never blinking
I should be meditating
long corridors
and vinyl floors
no skirting boards
sealed up the walls
still
waiting,waiting, waiting
sit then fidget
stretch my legs
tuck them away
from hurried beds
on wheels
the patients
wheeled like trams
or adult babies in their prams
scratch my elbows
swing knees that fold
tap patella beats
click hammer toes
pinch my ear and
scratch my nose
wait, sit, wait
at least we were not late
routine procedure
unlike a seizure
it's the randomness
I hate
waiting, waiting, waiting
not quite excruciating
the patient patient
consciousness latent
while I'm anticipating
surgery, clinic, casualty
vaccinations,
like pulling teeth
the queues the wait
the sitting down
at least I'm not in the blue gown
impatient at the outpatients
and sorely tried by triage
I thought 'she's here'
but it's not clear
turns out to be a mirage
waiting,waiting,waiting
it's the not knowing
that I'm hating
I grind my teeth in disbelief
the other waiters
find this grating
soon this will pass
like kidney stones
and we will both
be going home
biscuits for her
but not for me
for both of us
a cup of tea
this waiting room
this purgatory
hope springs eternal
leaks for me
ah
I have not been forsaken
here is the end of waiting
