Even small children understand waiting.
They draw in the dust, giggle, whine, fall off chairs,
pulled back into line by whispering parents. They wriggle
against it now, but she knows they’ll learn to slide inside,
to fit neatly between arriving and departing.
But her, she drifts from moment
.........................................to moment
unable to curl her toes around the present, to get a grip
on each passing minute, staring at a clock
that refuses to mark time.
.........She counts the others
........................................but they come and go randomly,
some barely grazing the seat before disappearing
through that blue door. She asks a stranger the time
without hearing his reply,
.................has forgotten when
.................she arrived, sits and listens
.........for her name to be called, sits and listens
for something to hold on to.
Original
She’d watched others in queues
at bus stops, supermarkets, at the chip shop.
Along the chairs across the room. Sitting still, patient
talking under their breath, a secret language
she’d never understand.
Even small children understand the edges of waiting,
she watches them draw in the dust, falling off chairs
hauled back into line by whispering parents. They wriggle
against it now, but she knows they’ll learn to slide between
those rigid walls, fitting neatly between arriving and departing.
But her, she drifts from moment to moment
unable to curl her toes around the present, to get a grip
on each passing minute, staring at a clock
that refuses to mark time, a random swirling of hands
and numbers.
She counts the others, but they come and go randomly
some barely warming the seat before disappearing
through that blue door. She asks a stranger the time.
Has forgotten when she arrived. Sits and listens
for her name to be called, to give her
something to hold on to.
edited just to change the tenses pointed out by Jasper
Mind I agree with D on the new format adding little 
