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The Waiting Room
by James Shammas (Age: 44)
copyright 03-15-2006


Age Rating: 10 to 127

 
There is a fearful silence waiting here,
Waiting for my wife in surgery. It seems
Longer-- much longer-- than it needs to be.
I get a beeper that will beep when she is done.
Until then, I sense nothing in this sterile scene;
All is just this beeping, heralding other sounds
Sliding around the inert silence:

Sudden gasps, gentle sighs, a little laughter
From those who stand then sit back down.
There are movements too-- gestures in space,
Hugs and handshakes indecipherable,
Mythic and hieroglyphic, ancient and awesome,
Familiar and comforting in the dark omniscience.
It seems performed before, and now the waiting

World waits for me. It is no coincidence
I pass the time reading Jorge Luis Borges--
"The Circular Ruins"-- dreaming dreams
Like those masters of labyrinthine prose:
Proust lying still in a cork-lined room,
Joyce imploding as the mind of Dublin,
Calvino crawling through invisible cities.

Having waited in the waiting world--
Recording and reporting-- they urge action:
To be more than this null silence waiting
Stagnant and painstakingly. I'm moved to give--
Regardless of outcome and pathology--
Finding comfort in human certainties; like the
Arms around the solace of buoyant tears.




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05-24-2007 Richard Reed Jr    

Good job on describing the environment the narrator is in. Sometimes the wait seems longer.
To cry, to laugh, to read and write, without our human actions life would be one long rest note.

Keep the music going Jimmie,

Rich
03-15-2006 Gregory Christiano    

Great piece here, James. We all wait for something even wait to kill time. I like your references to passing time reading Borges. Intellectually satisfying and a very nice free verse style.
Gregory
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