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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 – Advanced)
Topic: Drip (04/25/13)

TITLE: A Matter of Perspective
By Carolyn Ancell
04/30/13


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My beloved snores peacefully beside me,
oblivious to the fact that he is keeping me awake.
I poke him gently in his side, encouraging him to roll over.
Ah.... blessed silence.
It is then that I hear it:
drip,
drip,
drip.
The bathroom faucet!
Twice I have asked him to fix it.
Twice he has said he will.
I get up,
put a washcloth under the drip,
put earplugs in my ears,
and postpone impatience until morning.


My beloved doesn't need to go in to work today.
My shift at the hospital begins at 7.
Certain he will relax while I work,
I chide him as I grab my keys and head for the door,
"Don't forget about the drip."
He assures me (now for a third time) that he won't.

We have a full floor of patients,
and it seems, one crisis after another.
The day feels like it will never end.
Twice, I look out a window into the hospital courtyard.
The sky is darkening.
There is a storm brewing.
A storm is brewing in me as well.
"Why can't my beloved remember?" does battle with
"Why am I stressing over such an inconsequential thing?"
I feel like I'm the faucet in my small complaint:
drip,
drip,
drip.

A storm breaks, outside and in.
Raindrops race down the window panes.
Inner tears cascade over my heart.
I check on all my patients,
hold their hands, smile, and reassure them,
enter information in their charts.
Then, giving myself permission for a few moments of self-pity,
I retreat to the empty, now dark break room.
Sitting next to the window,
I watch and listen as the storm outside wrings itself out.
Soon, there is nothing left but the final
drip,
drip,
drip.
I close my eyes,
and find myself strangely comforted by the quieting sound.
Has my own storm wrung itself out as well?
Perhaps it has,
as with each
drip,
drip,
drip,
I now hear a blessing.
A leaky faucet?
Who cares.
My husband does love me
way more than I deserve.
I am nourished in so many ways.
I am warm, dry and protected.
I have work,
wonderful colleagues,
health,
hope,
and faith.
I whisper a prayer of gratitude
to the Beloved One
as the last
drip,
drip,
drip
fades to silence.

When my shift ends,
I grab my keys,
and drive home in the glow of the after-storm.
"Hi, honey," my beloved calls out as I come in the door.
"Worked inside today, out of the storm,
and got that faucet fixed.
Supper's in the crockpot.
Did venture out once however.
Got us one of those new-fangled coffee pots,
and some special brews."

I fold myself into his embrace.
Hugging me tight, he reaches behind me
and pushes the start button on the new machine.
I relax completely into the warmth of his caring.
The pungent smell of rich roast
(probably decaf at this time of day)
surrounds us.
And then I hear it,
the coffee-maker's wonderful sound:
drip,
drip,
drip.


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Judith Gayle Smith05/02/13
Absolutely delightful! I love this.
Claudia Thomason 05/03/13
I enjoyed this very much. Reminds me to be thankful for the people in my life.
Linda Goergen05/05/13
I love how the emotions and attitude changes as this story “drips” along! Wonderful visuals and wonderful message! Well done!
Verna Cole Mitchell 05/06/13
I love the emotions and the message in this poem.
Christina Banks 05/09/13
This was fantastic. I've been working on my perspective about things like that too. With a toddler in the house, I've had to rethink what "clean" means. Congratulations on your EC!
Leola Ogle 05/09/13
Yay Carolyn! Congrats on your placement with this delightful entry. Good job!
Olawale Ogunsola 05/09/13
Interesting piece filled with messages. Congrats on your placing second.
Cheryl Harrison 05/09/13
Congrats on your 2nd place level win and your EC! Great job. I enjoyed the procession of your story. Made me feel all warm and fuzzy!
Noel Mitaxa 05/09/13
You've covered so many scenarios within the word limit that I wonder how you fitted it all in.
The tension caused by snoring, where someone enjoys a sound sleep (with emphasis on the sound;) an oft-forgotten plumbing challenge, which is such a delicate domestic issue that you should never faucet!!!
Work challenges and emotional trauma, all wrapping up in healthy self-acceptance. Great work.
Bea Edwards 05/10/13
Really adored this wonderful tale of perspective and gratitude. Thank you for the gentle reminder and congratulations on your win!
Francy Judge 05/11/13
Congratulations! I like the way you showed her conflicting emotions. It's so easy to let minor annoyances drip into our heart and steal our joy. I know I can relate. Great job with this creative entry.