Waiting Room - Poem by Maya Reid
Hard blue chairs
It’s funny how they design whole
Rooms around sitting waiting
What are we waiting for?
News of a loved one,
To be let in,
Just to be seen?
By who, for what?
Maybe just to see for ourselves?
There is no clock in the waiting room,
No way to tell time is moving
But the hustle and bustle of hospital staff
And overheard nervous conversations
In the waiting room
That she is
Or it isn’t
Reading generic signs about
Washing your hand and caring for the
Everyone in the room having one thing
We are waiting.
Waiting to outwait the wait
And know something
Know whether she is
Or it isn’t.
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