Upside Down

I raise my hand in anticipation

Waiting…waiting…waiting

For my turn to come

Waiting…waiting…waiting

I just might blurt it out

If she doesn’t  get to me soon

I read somewhere that you should be able to turn a poem that you write upside down…read it from the bottom up and it still make sense.  I’m one who usually likes to build up to a big moment in the end, so I am still pondering this idea.