Backward Mutters

Together we’ve rushed
Here to space six feet apart
In a waiting room.

Masked faces cannot
Hide the blank expression of
Our hospital daze.

Bewildered here, we
Stare at screens or out windows — 
To the world outside.

The daze lasts for days
As we surrender to the
Hospital’s rhythm.

The weight of boredom
Breaks open with urgent cries
And desperation.

© Randall Edwards 2021