A queuing meditation

I approach cautiously, but unhurried,
Heedless if someone slips in a place ahead,
Careful to spot the end of the line.

Having prepared for waiting
I am calmed by being in position,
Content to wait my turn.

A satisfying queue
That moves regularly
Eating up the yards.

A line of conformity
Following the rules,
Politeness at a distance.

There is no scarcity,
There will be enough
When each person gains entry.

So I wait, in stillness
In my queuing meditation,
A strange place to find calm.