I look around my home
I see the wooden parts,
All of the small pieces.
They are in boxes,
They are on shelves,
They are on the floor.
I see the diagrams,
The details,
Scattered around the table.
I walk room by room,
Picking up every piece,
Putting them in my arms.
I bring them back to set on the table.
I pick up my tools,
Beginning to assemble the structure.
The mast,
The sail,
The hull.
The sun sets,
As night gradually enters through the window.
I work through the night,
Candles illuminating the shapes and pages.
Finally,
I pick up my completed piece.
I walk down to the park,
Seeing the ducks swim by.
I walk up to the water,
Bending down to set my craft into the lake.
And with a push,
I watch it sail away.
All the parts and pieces,
Scattered around my home,
No longer.
I feel a weight lift,
As I watch it drift into the morning sun.
And as I walk away,
I feel free,
Once more.
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