Impatient

Both feet are tapping, her breathing is shallow,
Eyes steal a glance at the hands of the clock,
Fingers are fidgety, wiggly, fumbly,
Open-windowed breezes silently mock.

Infinite voices are droning and babbling.
Garbled words, meaningless, hang stale, unheard.
Into one ear and out of the other,
And though no one's list'ning, the time's not deterred.

Seconds are lifetimes, and minutes eons.
Eighty four tiles on the ceiling above.
Doodles on paper: a stick-man with horns.
Stomach is grumbling; an internal shove.

Telephones ringing and printers, they print.
Suddenly, headache: a non-welcome guest.
Finally, BREAKTIME, no moment too soon.
She gone! Now I'll let you SEE the rest.