QW: Expectation

Finger drum snapping desks in half. The page, mostly white, waits. Anna, wrinkled, knee bent prophetess waited for the savior. She could see the holy glow from the baby in the poopie diapers. She was not deterred by his baby sized hands, feet, or goo-goo ga-ga’s. Anna the prophetess died before any crowns were bestowed on appropriate heads. She is still waiting.

Expectation. Heart beat. Sleeves get itchy. Expectation. Is like hungry for un chewable meal. Expectation expectation. Hope with certainty. We are to ask with expectation that God listens and answers. The problem is even though we say we are open minded, open ended we see the answers in multiple choice. A, B or C.

But the answer ends up being purple linen or 9827 or parsley. I was only look for A, B or C.

Emails entice expectation. We need to talk. Anticipation. Hesitation. Exasperation. Wet napkins soaking up spilt water. The plants are still dying. I can’t decide if they are being over watered or desiccated. One still blooming spring leaves. I hate to tell it, its heading on September the month of expected change the month of summer ended with school books opening. The heat is still outside. And the heat is still inside. My bones.

Expectation in stomach cramps. She is not allowed out of bed. Her stomach is not hers anymore. It’s her baby’s. Unborn child creating chain of commands pleas for help and distraught mother.

Tick tock click clock the clockmovefaster has the day ticking away. Lunch expectation. Playing games without the teachers finding out. The playground no longer has jungle gyms and other 3 foot tall playmates, but strings and forks and napkin rings, credit cards and new definitions of wonderland. I no longer know who I am or what cards I am holding in this game and if I am the gingerbread man or fairy princess or the plastic figurine colored blue with the smiley face or silver shoe?