“Don’t you hate the waiting?” a woman asked me.
“Yes, and worrying,” I said. “Waiting and worrying”…
“And wondering ‘what if’” she added.
“Yes you’re right. Waiting, worrying, and wondering ‘what if’.
“Because we both know the ‘what if’ could go many directions.”
Sitting among a half dozen other strangers…
In a flimsy gown...
Gown? I'd hardly call that thing a gown.
And having just exposed our breasts to another stranger…
We both nodded then stared off…
Into our own space and experience.
Just then the heavy metal door opened…
“Leigh?”
I looked up…
My breath halted...
I felt my blood drain…
My heart gave a thud…
And then…
The stranger smiled and gave a 'thumbs up.'
Suddenly it occurred to me, all the…
Waiting, worrying, and wondering ‘what ifs’…
About query letters and rejection…
Is a piece of cake in comparison…
To those fifteen minutes…
Waiting, worrying, and wondering ‘what if.’
Always, Em-Musing
