I waited for about thirty minutes. Annoyed.
Had things to do, This routine,
this inconvenience, tiresome.
"Please, follow me"
took me by surprise.
thought, "This is it. My turn."
"one foot in front of the other."
The hallway stretched through eternity,
(fifteen seconds transformed!)
imagined a red carpet, suspenseful music,
imagined film crackling
as it wound around the reel,
wondered about next scene,
would I know my line?
What kind of actress should I be? Tragic?
"Everything looks the same. No change"
the nurse said. "Reschedule for six months."
The lump I'd suddenly scripted; deleted.
No Academy Award, no nomination...
but I'd still like to thank my lucky stars,
God, and the harvest moon ...
gold plated bronze and crusader's sword
gladly traded for this light
which shines upon my upturned face
and bare breasts this night.
by Margaret Bednar, September 13, 2019
This is linked with "dVerse Poets Pub - Waiting for a Poem" This happened just recently - I have, a "something" that my mammogram showed as something to watch. 2nd check and all is fine. But honestly, those few seconds down the hallway I HONESTLY thought "This is it..."
Awe - I just missed the deadline for this prompt but ... do yourself a favor and click and enjoy the other poets' take on this challenge.
Since I missed the above, I am linking this to "dVerse Open Link Night".
Also linked with "The Sunday Muse - Wednesday Muse - Harvest Moon".
I have a hot tub on our back deck - backyard the Blue Ridge Parkway. No neighbors can see in and my daughter asked me why I always wear a bathing suit. So, I let the moon shine upon me, in thanksgiving, in wonder, in celebration.