Oct 2017
Awaiting Judgement
I sit awaiting judgement. I've cleaned up well, practiced my power stance and so far managed to refrain from pacing in the corridor although I admit that I tried it, just one lap.
A baby wails inconsolably as his haggard mother and grandmother try hopelessly to appease him and I think yeah kid, that’s the right emotion.
A man storms out swearing under his breath, his sleek attorney trailing behind him shaking his head.
A woman sitting across from me catches my eye, we manage a nervous smile, acknowledge our shared hell.
There are no magazines, no coffee allowed, not even a clock to watch. Only the fetid air of nervousness and lives about to be changed forever.
There is no god here although the powers that be are just as mighty, making sweeping decisions about people’s futures “in the best interest” of children they will never meet, reading lies about you, believing what they will.
We are powerless to do anything but wait. And so we settle in as best we can. Awaiting judgment.
I sit awaiting judgement. I've cleaned up well, practiced my power stance and so far managed to refrain from pacing in the corridor although I admit that I tried it, just one lap.
A baby wails inconsolably as his haggard mother and grandmother try hopelessly to appease him and I think yeah kid, that’s the right emotion.
A man storms out swearing under his breath, his sleek attorney trailing behind him shaking his head.
A woman sitting across from me catches my eye, we manage a nervous smile, acknowledge our shared hell.
There are no magazines, no coffee allowed, not even a clock to watch. Only the fetid air of nervousness and lives about to be changed forever.
There is no god here although the powers that be are just as mighty, making sweeping decisions about people’s futures “in the best interest” of children they will never meet, reading lies about you, believing what they will.
We are powerless to do anything but wait. And so we settle in as best we can. Awaiting judgment.
