Every now and again,
each and every one of us
find ourselves somewhere
having to wait to do something,
somewhere we have to wait to see someone,
and every time we do there are always
certain things that we come to expect to find:
other people who are also waiting;
perhaps some music playing in the background;
some refreshments;
some reading material;
as well as a clock to tell us
how long we have to wait
and how long we have been waiting,
which always seems to move slower
than we want it to…
every now and again,
each and every one us
find ourselves somewhere,
alongside people we don’t know,
who we talk to, and who talk to us,
when the silence between us
becomes too unbearable -
most of the time in an attempt
to make “small talk”
and to fill the void that is present
throughout every experience
of having to pass the time of anticipation
within the walls of a waiting room.