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  • Jan Flynn

When Life Is a Waiting Room

Haiku for patience

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A stimulus check, An appointment for a shot, Independence Day?

Where are the markers? What will tell us it’s over? And can we trust that?

Like newborn bear cubs, Drawn yet blinded by the light Flooding our cramped dens,

Weary of the dark And desperate to emerge, Safety holds us back.

Still, springtime beckons, Luring us with light and warmth, Teasing us with hope.

Our faces feel shy When we think of them unmasked, Naked and revealed.

All buds can’t unfurl Simultaneously, but When is it our turn?

I long for a seat At a crowded table where I am not afraid.

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