My basement workshop has turned into a lair.

Stuff piled high on the benches and deep on the floor,

narrow pathways to a forgotten purpose.

A morning spent organizing and cleaning has changed the air.

Tools put away, surfaces clean and expectant of new projects,

It is a first step, not back, but forward.

I spend my energy wisely,

it is life force, squandered thoughtlessly in the past,

but so precious now.