Feeling The Wait

January 13, 2019.  Reflecting on my recent routine visit to the Ear-Nose-Throat doc – a remarkably pleasant space for waiting your turn – light coming through windows along the outer wall of the receptionist area – then passing through a cheerfully frosted panel into the make-yourself-comfortable area.  Usually, one or two others share the wait.  But this last visit got crowded.





16 thoughts on “Feeling The Wait

  1. Love the art in the window. Pleasant surroundings make for a pleasant wait. After almost 20 years, I still miss my mom, too. I moved away when I was young and did not help her with doctor visits. My daughters have moved away, too. So I am grateful that I can still drive and walk and see, also. It seems like even the most mundane of events (waiting) can generate a myriad of emotions and perspectives. Thanks for sharing this one with us.

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  2. Wonderful writing! I too know the feeling, although I’m the younger person taking my parenys to the clinic and hospitals often. Enjoyed reading this!


  3. Reblogged this on sandmoos and commented:

    Being someone who takes my parents to a hospital or clinic frequently for the past several years, this wonderful poem by Jazz had so hit home for me.


  4. Luanne, thank you. Waiting on one thing opens time to ponder other things, huh? Daddy died suddenly and unexpectedly when I was still in highschool. Mother died at 72 (29 years ago) after an extended hospitalization – but up until that, she was mobile with a walker and extremely independent. I missed having a truly elderly parent. Perhaps I’ll get to experience assistance from the receiving end. And maybe not. My son’s several states away, and my daughter balances multiple concurrent jobs.
    Here’s hoping blogging leads to agile longevity!


  5. I really liked your poem and following the thoughts that emerge when we observe what is around us – the connections we make with others. Sometimes when I am waiting alone in the doctor’s office, I think I am surrounded by stories. I like how you observe and reflect.

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  6. Sarah, thank you – I agree about the stories embodied in waiting rooms! Or train stations. Or restaurants. The energy of a doctor’s waiting room is conducive to reflection (more so than a busy train station!). A writer who could read minds might well come away with best-sellers.


    1. VJ, thanks – “off guard” is a good way to put it. I wasn’t mentally working through any big issue, wasn’t focused, no fences around my perceptions. And here came the parade … very touching little scenes I might’ve missed.

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    1. Thank you, Merril. I hope to live only as long as I enjoy being alive enough that others want to be in my company. That said, my goal is to face whatever comes with curious respect. I wonder what my mother would be like if she were still alive (101), if she left at 72 because she was about to become “someone else”, or if only her body failed. Questions w/o answers. Meanwhile, I still get urges to call her for advice.

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