A light hearted poem in verse about the dangers of a doctor’s waiting room.

Thoughts while waiting.

This is the seventeeth of my "hospital haiku" series.

Nine of 50 haiku poems written on Friday, July 1, 2011 to document the day my husband had surgery. Each haiku deals with something that was around me that day from the time I left that morning until we were home and finally went to sleep.

Three of 50 haiku poems written on Friday, July 1, 2011 to document the day my husband had surgery. Each haiku deals with something that was around me that day from the time I left that morning until we were home and finally went to sleep.

Metroland 1930’s.

Literally just a though I had as I sat down in a waiting room.

So, we continue to wait, occasionally dreaming about an interview, or wondering about the other waiting rooms down the corridor, which we hear about occasionally, but have never seen or experienced, and indeed, it would be very disruptive if one or more of us were to sneak away one evening into another room.

A small and comfortable waiting area.

Close enough for government work.