I Hope

I hope you’re watching this.
I know that I am.
This station has a camera
Trained on the site,
A small box on the screen
Monitoring for action,
While crowds gather,
Live,
Waiting to see
History made.
I am waiting,
They are waiting,
To see your name be
Removed from where
It never belonged.

I hope that you
Are watching it, too,
Sitting in front of 
Multiple TV screens,
Perhaps in the 
Oval’s private dining room
Or your bedroom
Or even the
Lincoln bathroom.

If so, 
How do you feel?
What emotions are
Washing over you?
Are you angry?
Throwing ketchup 
At the wall?
Maybe you are sad?
Realizing that you 
Are definitely not
Everyone’s favorite
President?
Or even embarrassed?
A pang letting you know
You over-stepped
Your bounds?

I hate to be negative,
But it’s probably 
The first: anger.
After all, 
The second and third
Require thought and 
Admitting that
You were wrong.
I do not see that
Happening.

But as you watch,
Find that Bible you
Held above your head
For that infamous 
Photo shoot –
Or any other copy 
Of the Good Book – 
And look up Matthew,
Chapter twenty,
Verse twenty-seven:
“And whoever desires
To be first among you,
Let him be your
Slave.”

And while you seethe 
In anger
(Because I know you
Must be watching),
To some of us,
This almost feels like
A religious service,
Sitting in hopeful
Anticipation.

So be it.
Amen.