Rescheduled Poem by Theresa Ann Moore

Plotting the course and keeping an appointment
Traveled miles are engraved into a tranquilized routine
Familiarity anticipates traffic lights and winding curves
As the autos and trucks thicken, my destination is seen

Feeling accomplished… arriving well ahead of time
Checking in and assuming a seated position …waiting
Reading a magazine related to sterile home decorating
Noticing that the hour of engagement is past deflating

The doctor’s face appears…as he jots upon a clipboard
'Sorry, I am running late. I had two emergency patients…
You can wait another hour or you can just reschedule…'
Unfortunately I can not linger, so I resign with compliance

Dealing with the situation; looking for the best scenario
Is there an up side to relinquishing an achievable purpose?
I place myself in the position of a stressed emergency patient
In this situation, I hope other scheduled patients won’t cuss

4/11/08