The Waiting Room

by Pat Wallace

i shall miss
this warm room
i have lain fetus-like
listening
to the liquid sound
of human voices

survivor among stranded
strewn seaweed
drifting with tide of talk
treading currents of conversation

harbored refugees tell tales
murmur  memories
stutter

tunnel to light     opens
and i squirm through

“The Waiting Room,” by The Waiting Room originally published in City Scriptum ([Forum] 1990, City College of San Francisco).