waiting for the sun
It was a day of racing hearts and waiting by the phone.
A man pulled up in a yellow jeep.
I hid in my room and pressed my ear to the cold floor
muffled voices rose up from beneath me
he was looking for the flaws in our home
I imagined the house collapsing around him
I would through my head back and laugh at the irony.
We sipped coffee and shifted uncomfortably in our chairs.
When would this end?
would they still want the house when the flaws had been photographed and lain out on a bundle of stapled papers?
What if they didn’t?
then what would we do?
the questions loomed in our minds
Mum prayed and asked for positive thoughts
we all waited
the sun set and the moon rose up in the sky
still the questions loomed
Two days before, I photographed a rainbow in the sky.
“the storm is over” I sang in my head
I repeated it today over and over trying to make it true. And the weather agrees, no more wind, no more rain.
the storm IS over
however clouds still loom like the questions in our minds
so we just wait
in this roomy house
look out the windows and watch for the clouds to clear
the sun will shine through
just holding on here.
praying for a sunny tomorrow.