[POEM] waiting room

waiting room

limp bodies draped over harden cushions
stiff bodies sit rigid against tension
swollen eyes and blotchy cheeks
we’re all waiting for time
for sighs to lengthen our sobs into sleeps
beyond hardened hearts and concrete feet
our bodies melt into place until we’re called

a woman knits, her fingers quiver against the needle
a family eats, offers food to others:
Mangia! Mangia! the Italians say
a small boy with golden hair and brown eyes stares
through the seventh story window into another world
I watch him from this couch I’ve furnished into my bed
wonder which one of his loved ones it is he’s waiting for
to resurrect on this supposedly Good Friday

/ / /

Gina Thompson
3 April 2015

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About Gina Marie Thompson

writer • mom • trail runner • cheese slinger • educator • social justice crusader • seeker of love & beauty• living locally • I CHOOSE LOVE ❤️
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