The ceiling is leaking.

There are cracks in the ceiling of my house.
I fear the whole thing will come down on me.
Too many years of hiding the little things and now…
the ceiling is leaking, too.

I place pots on the floor.
They catch the water as it comes.
Too many pots on the floor makes an awful racket.
Now there is not a clear path in the house.

I must plot my steps carefully now.
The bare floor is precious.
I cannot afford a spill.
There is no time to clean up the mess.

1 comment:

Authentic Educator said...

All I could think about when I read this piece was the scene in "The Color Purple" It's gone rain on yo head... Don't know why I made that association.

This piece is very fluid. I love how it captures the urgency of the moment. Thanks for sharing!

- D