No rush, no haste, no fuss.

I enjoy a queue

and often give up

my place so that

I spend longer queuing.

In a queue, there is

time to reflect

time to gather thoughts.

no rush, no haste, no worries.

Bliss would be a never ending queue

moving continually from second place

to the back and watching the faces

of people who cannot understand

why I give up my space in the queue.

I was next in line in the barber's shop

when the elderly gent walked in

He mumbled about being in a hurry

wishing the barber would stop talking

and get cutting.

My turn came and the old boy 

was irritated that I wasn't on my feet

come on he said, you're next

and I haven't got all day!

I didn't move and I didn't flinch

which made him seem the worse

come on he said get up and move......

I shook my head and said to him,

that's OK, I've got plenty of time

you go first.

His haste seemed to drain from him

and time stood still as he tried to fathom

why should this be?

Let me pay you he said

reaching into his pocket.

Not necessary I replied 

I've had my reward.

I motioned him towards the chair

to which he slowly walked

shaking his head as he went.

It was as if I had given him

my last breath.

He attempted to pay me

one more time as he left 

the shop, but I shook my head

as I walked to the chair

no rush, no haste, no fuss.