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.