Waiting

I sit, I wait, I contemplate

I sit on a rattan chair, in the open air

It is fresh, or maybe it is cold

I feel it more as I get old

And the view is wonderful

Even with the mass of grey clouds

Little rays of light break through

White against the grey oppression

The green rolling hills meet the sky

But beyond them I see the sea

And little bright reflections on its surface

From the pinpricks of sun fighting the gloom

In front of me the world is still

The trees don’t submit to the breeze

I breathe deeply, there is a feint taste of salt

I close my eyes, I feel at ease

Yet behind me there is activity

The medical centre had constant motion

No silence, many people talking at once

Treatments and tests, healing, and outcomes

I sit, I wait, none of this for myself

Perhaps I should be contemplating my own health

But I am here for the one I love

As beautiful as the scene before me

A battery of tests, all of them routine

Well, that is my hope, hers as well

Once all is done, I will see her face

And with joy and sorrow we will leave this place

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