Awaiting a call from the doctor concerning test results. |
I am awaiting a call from my doctor; cardiac specialist known far and wide. On pins and needles with test results pending; doctor please hurry my wait won’t abide. Panic attack comes like thunderstorm lightning; text the results to my Nokia phone. I hear the rustling of Mother Nature; waiting assigns me to my Twilight Zone. (Now I suppose texting is not permitted; rules are in place and enforcement prevails. Maybe the voice of Roy Rogers is calling; call me today and wish me happy trails.) I have to wait so my thumbs are in fidget; everything’s filtered through anxiety. Wait is the harsh whispering of unsettled; sad is the howl of the hound inside me. Dangling truly yours from a bridge structure; I feel strong winds as they weaken my span. Galloping Gertie fell into the river— patiently I wait as long as I can. Storm-stranded tilted uneven in worry; energy forces a finger to drum. Doctor may I have the ear of Caduceus? I think he’d know where I am coming from. Silent the smart phone in times of molasses; waiting is inching my way to the moon. Crossing the desert with sand never-ending; I am a-fret for the phone to ring soon. Butterflies flitter in mid-center region; O how the swirling unsettles me so. I would appreciate some kind of answer; it is the right of a patient to know. Unlike a friend waiting transforms to fiendish; there is not want to extend a glad hand. I’m on a cliff with a chasm below me— telephone soon so I know where I stand. I take the call through the fret and the fury; now that I know I applaud with a shout. Waiting for me is a steroid-fed worry— that is bad time I can sure do without. 40 Lines (Rhythm: 11-10-11-10) Writer’s Cramp 7-30-19 |