Poem of the day

Dancing in the Waiting Room

All our living
is in waiting.
In these moments
we find our myriad selves
anxious, hopeful, trembling,
wishful, fearful, impatient.
All our dancing shadows
are there
flitting in the half light
of unreason
crowding together
in fevers of movement
never still, never one.

Then a voice says 'Next'
and a new dance
begins.

by Angus Macmillan

(via Mind Hacks)