The Waiting Room
The common room was large,
Seating patients for diverse appointments in the area.
It was well occupied that afternoon.
My husband and I found two, vacant chairs
In the front row of one section,
Facing the same arrangement a few feet opposite.
A woman directly across from us
Was seated with her skirted knees spread widely,
Offering a view 'all the way to China'.
The line of sight was unavoidable.
It wasn't like seeing a lady with a loose shoelace.
My husband, a kind gentleman,
Whispered to me, 'I think I should tell her.'
And I hissed back, 'Not on your life!
If it's unintentional, she'll be mortified.
If it's on purpose, she'll be thrilled.
That is just a female fact.
You can't know which way the cat will jump.
And neither way is good.
I'm not chancing it either, so don't ask!
Avert your eyes.'
Which I was finding hard to do myself.
She was right in our face.
The nurse announced my name.
We went into consultation together,
And later left by an alternate route
Without a backward glance.
But, for me,
Not without a backward thought:
'Innocence' or 'Intention' intrigues me!
Cynthia Buell Thomas, Jan., 2020