The Wait and Them Feet

Footnotes from a Waiting Room.

Legs walking in.
Legs, some dragging themselves in.
Legs crossed, one over another.
Legs shaking in rhythm on one row and
legs trembling, off beat, in the adjacent.
Legs with shoes, moderately new and
Legs with flip flops held together by a safety pin.
Legs playing footsie, two pairs, in a secluded corner.
Legs wrapped in a cast and reclined
on an empty seat.
Legs, little — with swapped slippers
on a wheel chair’s footrest.
Legs stretched to the end of a stretcher
with toes tied together — towards the end of the wait.
Perhaps, waiting to leave.

Waiting Room by Norman Rockwell (Source)

PS: This is a slight deviation from my regular posts on art, poetry and music. Instead, this time I chose to capture what I witnessed in person at a waiting room. Call it a poem, staccato prose or just an observation, I’ll leave that to you. Life at present is at the valley, it’s a time I’m evaluating my options, taking second and third opinions to make it through a medical emergency. So, I am not saying I will be on a break from posting, however the pattern might be a bit more erratic than before. So, kindly bear with me. Thank you for your time, attention and patience.

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