The Queue

in the dream
or in what is thought
to be a dream

I am in a queue
in which others say
there was a long wait
the last time

but if last time
was the final
what are we doing here
again

while the bald man
in front of me
works a sudoku
of his worth

I begin to line up
the occasions
I've spent
in queues

waiting for food
getting my sheltie's nails trimmed
my seat on a plane
and the strange queue
of the doctor's waiting room
where you sit
while an invisible coin turns
on its axis

we slowly make
our way forward
days later
I reach the head
of the line

only to find
that for which
i've been waiting
is to not be
in queue