I've had to spend some time this week in doctor's waiting rooms. Yesterday I was kept waiting for quite a while, but even when I had already finished the book I had with me, I didn't get bored and in fact wrote several haiku. Here are a couple:
waiting room -
everyone smiles
at the baby.
*
Indian Summer -
waiting for hours to see
the doctor.
*
after
the doctor's appointment -
sudden backache
2 comments:
I like the irony of the last one, and the first one rings true - babies always seem a focal point of the room (especially a place like a waiting room, where you can't help but look at everyone else) and bring people together unconsciously.
You don't get one for ages then three haiku all come along at the same time.
It the one with the baby that clicks for me - it's just so.
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