Just a Moment

by mzanemcclellan

I used to hate this thing for its ticking,
and now I hate it for its lack.
When I look at its red eyes malevolently,
I can swear that it’s looking back. 
I’ve been stuck in this room for hours,
or maybe it’s even been days. 
The nurse is the only one who tells me a thing,
“Just a moment” is all that she says. 

She has too many patients,
and hasn’t enough time for me. 
I decided to pull out this catheter 
and go to the front desk to plead. 
The buzzers and bells started conniptions,
I thought I was being besieged. 
When the doctor abruptly ripped back the curtain, 
I was more than a little relieved. 
“Thank goodness,” I said to the doctor.
“Can you tell me what’s going on?”
Removing his glasses, pinching the bridge of his nose,
it seemed I had done something wrong. 
He took a deep breath then sighed.
Without a word he eased me back down.
Shaking his head from side to side tsking,
 he was wearing that ritual frown. 
I started to ask more questions,
which he raised his hand to forestall.
 My jaw dropped to hang open as he said,
“just a moment,” then went out to the hall.

 

M. Zane McClellan

 

Copyright 2014
All rights reserved

2 Comments to “Just a Moment”

  1. Damned doctors..

    Always a lovely write.

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