The Plumber

My father decided to fix the faucet
without turning off the water at the mains.
He thought if he were quick enough,
shrewd enough; if he kept his
eye on the ball and his hand in,
he could pull it off without the need to
empty the system, waiting while the water
drained away. He was wrong.

Open a valve without due caution
and all of the pressure built up behind
seizes the chance to attack the breach,
overwhelm it in a moment.
There was a lot of swearing, and a
family bucket-line of bailers and towel-bearers
pressed into service to fight the flood,
then sop up the sorry, soggy mess.

About Rosalind C Hughes

Rosalind C Hughes is a priest and author living near the shores of Lake Erie. After growing up in England and Wales, and living briefly in Singapore, she is now settled in Ohio. She serves an Episcopal church just outside Cleveland. Rosalind is the author of A Family Like Mine: Biblical Stories of Love, Loss, and Longing (Upper Room Books, 2020). She loves the lake, misses the ocean, and is finally coming to terms with snow.
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