Of all races and creeds
Sit and wait their turn.
Curious glances snatched for a moment-
What is her story? Her ordeal?
No one dares to ask.
I zoom in on one
nursing a bland, tasteless coffee
Staring off into space
As her husband burrows into the free newspaper
He picked up in the lobby, in anticipation
Of a long, exhausting wait.
Young, well dressed, but tired, still hopeful
That the wait will come to its blissful end
No more probing medical instruments
Arms filled with joy
The universe raining smiles
Silencing the wagging tongues
Taking her rightful place.