Poems in the waiting room

WAITING ROOM SILENCE


Sitting in the waiting room can be quite solicitous,

Silence dominates; a sniff or cough breaks the uncommunicativeness,

Folk sitting with a vacant gaze a lonely place of solitude,

Some with heads bowed towards feet; silently counting minutes by degrees.

In steps another looking for a place to sit, 

Heads turn, eyes glare, taking stock of a newcomer,

Silence returns, not a word spoken.

Monotony dwells reading notices one cannot understand,

Magazines entice one sees a striking booklet

            POEMS IN THE WAITING ROOM

Suddenly a new world opens out, words of poetic grace

Timeless, in a time consumed wait