So lovely
a sink
scale
rolling chairs
a bed
with
paper cover
Oh and
trash receptacles!
The joy
of
waiting
An enclosed room
not
a
window
but
boxes of latex gloves
that
snap
to
like eager soldiers
And the
drawers
with
all those needles
Such a clean floor
can
almost
see myself
White
light
so
very
white
A problem:
I may
be
ill
How
does
it help
to
be surrounded
by
inanimate
equipment
that
look
so spooky
Is this
a
coffin?
There is
no
doctor
nurse
and
yet
I
made
an appointment
“We’ll be right
with
you!”
Oh
Lord
what
if
I
die?
“Clean up
on
aisle
seven!”
Just please
please
don’t
tell
me
the waiting room
is
my
destiny…
This is everyone’s destiny?