Day to Day life

Sitting in the waiting waiting room room
Time stands still. Still
Signs slapped to the wall with the kind of permanence that should be reserved a cure
The new downtown clinic is now open. Open. motionless the signs stand still
Someone has give the fish a bus transfer. Where did they want the fish going to go while waiting?

Does the nurse notice the fish?
DO NOT TOUCH THE FISH TANK
Boy that is tempting; calling me.
How often does the employee look at the fish? How often do the fish look back?
Gulping, gulping, gulping.

I am lost in a Turkish village and the destiny of 2 small boys
Nico and Abdul explore there surroundings and dream of the beautiful Philothei.
Although I have never seen Philothei, her magical eyes follow me.
Eyes level urine bottles with surprising shades return me, waiting
Privacy means not seeing you put the bottle on the open tray and the colours are lost.

Everywhere signs, stained and chipped walls, chairs; old, and ill fitting
The sick people together, if you aren't sick when you arrive you will be
The eastern European clerk in the small file filled office. IT is still a pronoun here.
Doctors that are not that busy. Why not when there are so many sick.
The old man, face cut by age is still in the country of his birth, proud and pitiful and past
Here where time stands still for everyone waiting waiting