The line far from sparse.
The room humid and hot.
Gazing around the small space
one would hear and see
patience wearing thin like
cracks in the earth
waiting on the volcano to erupt.
Tapping of the feet.
Shifting of the legs.
Sighs fill the stale air while
arms fold and unfold.
Whines of impatient children
drum against angry ears.
Elders gripe and groan
about aching bones.
Teens grin for the flash
of the camera, praying
the first picture will
come out right.
Coming to this place will
make anyone learn patience.
Welcome to the DMV.