Lent-Day 6

There's a phrase in writing

we call it the "pregnant pause"

that moment before the excitement begins

the anticipation sinking in

one can sense the building suspense

as no one knows when the pause will end

so tick tick you watch the clock

as time keeps marching onward

you try to hide and keep inside your heart

(but it pounds away like the Pacific on the ocean sands)

when will it stop? how will it end?

the pregnant pause it lingers

i think it waits until it wraps each person round its finger.

but what if the pause is held too long?

you start to wonder if something went wrong

the action was coming

the moment was near

why did the build-up disappear?

and you wind up in the place you have always feared

paused without direction.