Waiting for Doctors

By Isabelle Lutzio

Cold chair

Worn scratched floors

Drip of the faucet

Chills all around

Broken fish clock

With pendulum still rocking

But hands not ticking

A noise still ringing

Large stickers on the walls

Peeling old at the edges

Dolphin in a submarine

Aqua life swimming the surface

Anticipation abounding

As the silent nature roars

The nervousness emerging 

Waiting on still

Conversation between two

Social events coming up

Same old room

Growing older with the wait

A door abruptly clicks 

An opening squeak

The doctor is here 

Time to discover what’s wrong.