• poems

    Standing in line

    I hate it —
    standing in line, that is

    Queuing to check in
    at Taoyuan airport last night
    tested my patience

    I confess I jumped the line
    The lady at the first class counter
    checked me in with a smile
    even though I was flying coach

    I detest the long lines
    at Broadway shows,
    train stations and taxi ranks,
    airport check-in counters,
    TSA airport security,
    aircraft boarding by zones,
    supermarkets, movie theaters,
    rock concerts, sports events,
    busy traffic intersections,
    doctors’ waiting rooms,
    voting booths…

    In fact, I actively avoid
    anywhere I have to stand in line

    Yet I have been standing in line
    all my life — right here
    at my designated spot
    not just me — but everyone else

    Standing in the line ahead of me
    are faceless people, unrecognized
    until, every now and then
    a multi-hued flash
    like a firework rocket
    blossoms in the night sky
    casting flickering panoramas
    of the hopes, dreams and achievements
    of a familiar life

    And in those moments
    I have recognized my father,
    my mother, my brother
    I saw Maureen, Josephine
    Jimmy and Phong Yuan

    When I reach the head of the line
    will my life shine as brightly?

    Yet in this line
    I’m in no hurry
    I don’t mind the wait

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