Shop Plans

I start this week more optimistic

Considering new data brought to my attention,

And data that never changed,

Brought to my attention by the new data,

That I am not forgotten, left on the scrap heap,

A failed experiment,

But someone overseen with intention,

With a plan for redemption of every conceivable notion

Of the implication of the word

Including solid ground under my feet,

Maybe even a field

Of grass wetting my knees in the morning,

Or some trees to sit under during a gentle rain,

Or a shop to take my time building,

Putting up walls, setting the rafters,

Getting some help closing it in

While Jackie knocks and watches through the window

I’ll leave because I know

She likes to keep an eye on me.