Tick, Tock, Tick…
The clock suddenly becomes your major attraction.
The tapping of your feet, almost rhythmical.
The queue seems to have doubled in size
Should you stomp out or should you stay?
Your eyes are on the brink of tearing up
Why is the line moving so slowly?
And the attendant so annoying?
The fire of anger is kindled.
You feel a hotness in your belly
Something is rising up within you
Before you know it, words suddenly spring forth: angry, spiteful words The fire of anger roars.
The attendant looks you in the eye
Deliberately keeping you on the line, it seems.
‘So, you can talk?’, the attendant hisses
Your words have pierced
How can you soothe the pain?
To go or not to go?
‘Patience is not just how long you wait, but how well you wait’.