In The Waiting Room Poem by Anna Garland

Sitting on a plastic chair
in the waiting room
sucking the tip of my pen
it's almost
there
now

People
are coming
and going or coming
I can tell
beneath their clothes
phones are buzzing
and buzzing people
have something to say
As I stay
thinking about
texting you to ask
when you are coming
to this side
of the
ocean

but I don't
because I
have to wait
for a long
time
anyway

Sitting on this
plastic chair
staring at the door
wide open
if only
I could
meet someone
new