the wet spot

she is almost there.
the money is right,
the handshakes made.
the movers signed on
for Saturday.
the old apartment pro rated
for that one extra day.
the loan, the paint,
the rummage sale to extract
all that won't go with her,
all checked off her list.
the new house
has been examined
and gone over, one more
time.
it's just this one spot
of water
on the ceiling
holding up everything.
a circle of wetness
that she can't ignore,
a portent of things
to come, she's not
sure. is there anything
without doubt in this life?