wondering
in the waiting room
what
when
whether
it will be me
this time

I watch
the faces
one by one
as they are called
and
as they leave
smiling
resolute
or
maybe weeping inside
must keep up appearances
as best you can
you can

the floor is shining
almost slippery
and I play at reflections
images of the moon
when as a child
I imagined
rowing out
to the island
rock close covered
by ivy
birch
and deep deep reeds

in the fish tank
coloured creatures
dip and dive
they too
cannot escape
this place
of life and death
but on the island
I am safe
and even an owl
or moon
cannot disturb
this tranquil mood
no-one can catch me here
I am alone
I am free
for no-one
knows my name

Mr Humphreys

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08/29/2010