Waiting: Surgical Light

Light gleams through rotunda

windows, a cascade down

past glass, metal, wood;

landing upon, coloring, small

huddles of friends, families,

patients waiting to be admitted,

or waiting after admitting or

just waiting in their wheel chairs,

a herd of wheel chairs,

their occupants swapping stories

of backs, knees, legs, ankles, hips,

all of the body parts that ache

with age, patients patiently or

impatiently waiting with soft

Southern accents under rotunda

windows gleaming with light

from a blue sky.

Photograph: Clarity by Sabine Sauermaul via Public Domain Pictures. Used with permission.

This poem is submitted to Open Link Might at dVerse Poets. The links will be live at 2 p.m. Central time today.