MIXED BLESSING
Driving up, I heard and saw water
Pouring from a pipe above the door
Down the wall and onto the walk,
Flooding over the threshold and
Saturating the new floor mat.
Some welcome! was my first thought.
Here I am on my first overnight
In what was to be a snug retreat,
A refuge from the work of pain….
But all was not lost. The plumbers
Shut off the flow and I
Mopped the floor and hung the rug to dry.
I poured myself a glass of wine,
Nuked the soup and veggie pizza,
Turned on the lamps, sat down and
Drank a toast to new beginnings
Feeling somehow strangely blessed
By this most improbable baptism.
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