Weighted Wait

May 23, 2012 by Rieshy

Fluorescent ballasts hum,
test results hang,
fish swim round
and round the tank
maintained by an independent firm.

Please do not touch.
Por favor no toque.

Mom's legs go numb
with the weight of a fevered one,
waiting, wondering.
Why does one say No Tocar and the other No Toque?

Thoughts swim round and round the tank
anesthetizing with repetition until it becomes a sort of prayer:

Por favor no toque, no E.R. no toque,
Por favor no E.R.



Brian Miller said...

def hoping there is no ER...esp when a little one is sick...

Susan Tipton said...

Thanks Brian! I just got the labs, no E.R. today:) Thank God.

Ostriches Look Funny said...

I'm so glad there was no ER! This is a rocking poem though. You captured feelings and fish brilliantly!

manicddaily said...

Wonderful poem. You really capture that mindlessness, worry, random focus of waiting room. well done. k.

Emily Wierenga said...

truly incredible poem but oh, how my heart goes out to you... i will be praying hard tonight for your little one... please keep us posted. love e.

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