The waiting room was full today – full of people, and of stories. A couple holding hands, age-knotted fingers tightly intertwined. A mother and a daughter, clinging so closely to each other, I couldn’t tell which was the patient, which the protector. A dapper man in a trilby and a winter coat, dropping in from some noir movie. Two blondes sharing a single magazine, heads together.
The waiting room was full today. Full of fear, and love.
world is frost-whitened
each blade of grass sharp and clean
waiting for sunrise
Imelda is keeping the bar at dVerse tonight. It’s haibun night, and we are writing about waiting.