waiting room

Life

is not a waiting room in a clinic

where  the door is closed on you

and yet you keep waiting for your doctor

to come.

 

she is rather a sactuary, an altar of worship, the holy of holies

that contains the sky and the earth, the whole cosmos

and awash with a turqoise blue light and fresh scent

of flowering dafoddils.

 

If you are fearful,

if you are too careful,

if you worry about what people might say,

how can you break the chains around you

and surrender to light?