Poetry Porch: Poetry


by Ann E. Michael

In waiting rooms, in halls and aisles
despite the moving stairs, Iím still.
Airplanes take off and land before the hill
to shuttle passengers with frowns, meet smiles
at certain gates. None waits for me while
I dwell on turbulence, with time to kill
in waiting rooms.

The crowd gets individual, through stiles,
then melds again into its teeming mill.
Amid the luggage and the rush, Iím still
for Iíve spent many hours and endless miles
in waiting rooms.

Copyright © 2010 by Ann E. Michael.