Waiting Room

Waiting Room by Odin Roark One’s special space Where chin resting Upon knees tucked Arms wrapped tight To be the ball we wish to be How many such moments Harbored our protected thoughts Those times when Happiness hung tenuous Like a spider’s web Trusting no harm would come While trying to anchor Tomorrow’s hope We’ve all been there Whether in one’s closet Bedroom corner Or storeroom darkness As child Adult Senior We carry our waiting room Upon our backs Held tight in prayerful hands Often beneath squeezed eyelids And sometimes As frozen ice So vulnerable we feel So vulnerable Along the way The waiting room Receives anxious news Information Results Decisions Hopes Dreams Fears Eager bearers of answers All with passkeys Remembrance Brings back painful times When trying too hard to maintain focus Moments escape into the void Some of us arrive at a different moment That time when perhaps We neither regret the past Or fear the future We unclasp our grip Lift the head of our often-heavy burden Spread our arms And breathe Often for the first time And discover that other special space Acceptance Accepting discovery as precious Comes not without pain For assent to enlightenment Will always be fraught with rocky passage But the reaching of summit’s reward Is without parallel Forging forever That life exists as moments-in-waiting Or moments one allows to live Regardless the consequence Ah The juncture The moment lived