I’m homeless now — I’m sheltered by a friend
and family, although my fortune’s fine.
My cottage needs repair. I’m set to spend
a fair amount pursuing new design:
improving or replacing most its parts,
updating goods for more utility
(and pleasure). I have permits. Now it starts.
I’m self-displaced from continuity.

It feels a bit like camping with a roof:
a long-term stay somewhere without my stuff.
I miss my coffee pot and shower pouf,
but I’m prepared for this — I have enough
to function. Now I’m trying every thing,
and I’ll be back before the end of spring.