IN THE MATERNITY WARD WAITING ROOM
For Piersson Michael Purnell
The Celtics are crushing the Hawks
as some kids bobble a latex glove
they’ve blown into a balloon.
Emily rushes in to say your mother’s
been pushing for an hour and that soon
you’ll be here. She hurries away.
A toilet flushes. A commercial hints
at what happens in the next episode of Lost.
The elevator dings and a group
of pregnant women on tour walk past.
The kids who’ve popped the balloon
and now color in coloring books learn
from their exhausted father that it’s time
to go—a minor protest, then they’re gone.
The registrar asks if everyone
but the television has deserted me.
Empty for a moment, this room
seems more a corridor than a room,
a brief passage between sets
of backlit double doors. Nephew,
who are you? Who will you be?
On ABC the Big Three are sitting
on the bench with towels on their heads,
giving each other high fives, waiting,
resting for what the commentators
and every spectator agree
are the more difficult games ahead.
The Celtics are crushing the Hawks
as some kids bobble a latex glove
they’ve blown into a balloon.
Emily rushes in to say your mother’s
been pushing for an hour and that soon
you’ll be here. She hurries away.
A toilet flushes. A commercial hints
at what happens in the next episode of Lost.
The elevator dings and a group
of pregnant women on tour walk past.
The kids who’ve popped the balloon
and now color in coloring books learn
from their exhausted father that it’s time
to go—a minor protest, then they’re gone.
The registrar asks if everyone
but the television has deserted me.
Empty for a moment, this room
seems more a corridor than a room,
a brief passage between sets
of backlit double doors. Nephew,
who are you? Who will you be?
On ABC the Big Three are sitting
on the bench with towels on their heads,
giving each other high fives, waiting,
resting for what the commentators
and every spectator agree
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