People peer and people hide, people scurry around inside.
Busy lives occupied, and then collide! – caught in a waiting room.
Different journeys all coincide, they pull us together, side by side.
Some are sick and others tired; one is supporting while another strides.
All together in one room, waiting their turn to leave this doom.
Eyes are glued to cell displays, some are earnest with video games,
All can feel each other’s vibes, crowded around yet locked outside.
Brief encounters cause a smile, especially when caused by an innocent tike.
In spite of proximity, silence reigns, then there’s a giggle that doesn’t end.
Transparency’s blessing brings relief, as one small child distracts his friend.
Busy lives wrenched by chaotic waves, yet walls erected keep things “safe”.
People drift in with worries and fears, shrivel within because no one dares.
Kept apart by fearful restraint, tumbled lives twirl with no incident.
Alone and silent, each in turn, take harried hearts in for pills that burn.
Each of us miss the treasure beside us, because we insist on the silence that hides us.
Author – Bill Tidsbury