When is your next turn happening?
Or are you in the middle of one,

and does it feel like it’s happening,

or doesn’t it?

How can you tell when you’ll never have another one

and have never had one?

What does a turn do?
What does it promise?

Do you fill out an application, submit it and then wait?

Do you open a door, see the line, the queue,

and go and stand at the end of it, asking

”When is it my turn next?”

How well are you with waiting?
How is in waiting having a turn?

Is turning and walking away from a turn,

giving yourself another next turn?

Is living your life feeling empty or fully having your turn?

With and without the turns of

opportunity, finding love, a promotion, success,

is this A Waiting Life, A Waiting Room

in anticipation of your turn for death?

And when you take this turn

or are taking it now,

will you, do you,

honestly feel,

it was

and is

completely fair?

©️ July 2025 Much Love, deb Poems