Each one of us will at some point be found in the waiting room.  What do you do while you await the call to pass beyond the door to the inner sanctum?

If there is a TV, I’ll choose a spot that puts my back toward the infernal contraption.  I prefer to enjoy the company of my own thoughts.  Those thoughts may go to the scene of the hawk diving upon the young rabbit in the field beside the road that I saw as I drove to the doctor’s office that morning.  Then there were the five young deer I met on the road.  We examined one another carefully before they moved on to complete their rounds.  Sometimes, I think of rich dark earth and green growing things or dark blue skies on a sunny summer day.

On occasion, I remove the notepad and pen from my pocket and write a note or start a poem.  I find that far more enjoyable than watching daytime TV.  Or TV at anytime for that matter.  Here is what may come from a moment like that.

In the Waiting Room

While I sit and wait
I kill time by taking notes
Might write a haiku