My 072908's Worry
My 072908's worry…
by T. Ohis Oyonmi
is like that of a man
whose wife is nine month pregnant
and now in the labor room
Getting ready to give birth
Friends and families are all outside
Same position holds the best wishers
With a line not allowed crossing.
Every second, minute, and hour passed
accounts for a pound of flesh or surpassed.
So serious, I don’t blink my eyes
even when being distracted by a fly.
All hopes are high,
theirs, yours and mine.
Insanity still noticeable
reminding me it’s a hospital.
The mobility of the nurses
going in and coming out
creates countless confusions
One fusion that worsens my worry
Just want to be enclosed in my reverie
The tension is nearing completion.
Soon, no more will my face
which shadows my rare ambition
be a picture of sheer misery.