the waiting room

a thin pale
arm lets you in
the door.
be seated she
says. sit right
there and god
will be with you
momentarily.
you try to get a
read on her face
as to how this
might go.
but she gives you
nothing. her
blue eyes
are liquid
and quiet within
her smile. she has
no wings,
which seems odd.
you expected
wings at this point.
you sit patiently
and wait, you go
through your story
in your head trying
to get it right.
trying to nail down
your explanations
for everything.