Emily Dickinson says “patience is the smile’s exertion through the quivering.” But isn’t that impatience?
A giant prehistoric ant sits encased in sunset red egg, antennae alert, crowned.
Black wigglers suffocate, squelched in the cranberry chocolate ice cream shape scoop center. Weevil borers, design unto its death the deep brown root of the cacao tree on left border.
And center frame, impatient and enclosed in orange womb, we see a well developed creature, wondering when it will emerge—with large white eye and overstretched neck, overheated in orange,—waiting.
p.s. impatience over, our daughter just had baby boy this morning.
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