May 8, 2011
These are not the rooms we care much about;
They are holding places
And they usually belong to someone else.
We go to them when we have to, however
and distractedly find a chair.
– a necessary convenience in what usually is an inconvenient spell.
The colors are bland, non-committal
For you see, everyone has to wait
Therefore everyone must be accommodated.
And so not one feels at home.
Lately I’ve been thinking that even home
My sweet home
With committed color and personal touch
Is still a waiting room.
And this new thought is a revelation.