Jacket is slowly retrieved,
carefully put on.
Scheduled appointment time
has long since come and gone.
Waiting for an indication,
some reason for this to-do
rather than being left alone
by myself to sit and stew.
Simple words remain
unsaid.
Billowing images rise
instead.
Thoughts fly
to delirious heights;
trailing hurt and anger
ready to ignite.
No explanation given
for the unexpected delay.
Patience wears thin
with the lengthening day.
Minutes pass,
magazine pages are read.
Still no one comes out,
nothing is said.
Jacket is buttoned,
zippers zip.
Do not reschedule.
Never mind a tip!
ScribbleDartsfromtheHeart 
Sounds like one of my hospital appointments!
I’m sorry to hear that! But isn’t that the way – too often medical personnel run behind which is understandable but a kind word to let patients know what is going on, or at least that they are aware we have other things to do in our lives, would be appreciated!!
You have chosen rhyme which works well for the poem’s theme; the cadence of the rhyme fits well. I, too, can think of medical appointments that have gone like this. In your poem, Mary, I was a little unsure of the wording in the stanza “Thoughts fly to delirious heights..ignite” This language seemed hot and very angry compared to the feeling of the rest of them poem. Was that what you wanted to convey? I liked the poem overall!
Thanks for your feedback Meghan. I was angry after waiting an hour and then having to reschedule so this piece was an opportunity to vent some of the anger that had been ignited 🙂