The Waiting Room

 

You’re waiting

Time passes

Clock hands frozen fast

You’re pacing

Retracing

Your footsteps last path

 

Can’t settle

Your fingers

Turn inwards then out

You fidget

Each digit

Examined throughout

 

Clock ticks time

Appointment

But time moves so slow

Once forwards

Twice backwards

Feel each minute grow

 

You hear your

Own breathing

Your focus turns in

Your ears hear

Slow echoes

Cacophonous din

 

Fast ticking

Slow movement

You cannot force time

The big hand

The clock’s works take

Forever to chime

 

Magnolia

Décor

Some old magazines

Nothing to

Tempt you

Fashion: bland scenes

 

Lock digits

Then unlock

Mind numbing: as frost

Fellow travellers

Blank faces

Lost time: count the cost

 

Count eyelets

In leather

Fingernails enthral

Attention

to detail

Magnolia walls

 

Never once was

More lonely

Know this time will pass

Waiting for your

Surname’s call

Mind all far too sharp

 

Clouds passing

His Reverence

Your time it has come

Five paces

The trapdoor

That blots out the sun

 

Noose tightly

Adjusted

Reverend’s low tone

An instant

Time frozen

As lever is thrown

 

How quickly

On reflection

My meeting it came

Lord mercy

For my soul

Never again

 

I’m waiting

No ticking

No ambiguity

No clock sits

The mantle

In eternity