Waiting...

I stare at the floor:

The doctors' office berber,

In typical blues and greys

With a pattern that downplays

       the stains...

I hear a child scream:

Immunization horror.

Wish I was immune to the sound

Of a fear that echoes

        my own...

I glance at the door:

The sterile white coat domain.

The clock ticks slowly and laughs.

And they call my name

      at last...

Caren E. Salas