Poem By Malcolm Evison

These visits are
by now routine -
on entering

the lion's den,
expect a smile
and beckoning wave

to take a seat.
Obediently, you sit
and start to contemplate

time's passage.
Words fail, as always,
to express

the visit's
raison d'etre.

Comments about Consultation

I certainly relate to the 'time's passage' part of going to the doctor, waiting waiting waiting in the waiting room and then waiting waiting waiting in the examination room - more than enough time to contemplate as many raison d'etres as you want to.

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