Sputterpub's Blog

In order to improve I have to move.
I mean it – that’s no Sunday metaphor.
The plumbing off, no other pipes in lieu
of it, I might abide the noise and more,
but I can’t prosper waterless in place.
I want the end; I’m not at home with means.
That means I have to abdicate my base
for 13 weeks, and dwell in stranger scenes.

But maybe I’ll get lucky where I land.
Perhaps I’ll be more comfortable away
and more content than anything I’ve planned.
If not, at least I’ll count down to the day
when I can move back home, to home enhanced,
repaired, refreshed and better-circumstanced.

Disruption is a catalyst for growth.
Although my place will be improved by spring,
I’ll have to undergo a move I’m loath
to make, so others can be hammering,
removing and rebuilding to refine
dimensions and the cabinets and bed.
They’ll work with a considerate design,
but I’ll need somewhere else to lay my head.

Three months are weeks too many to impose
as guest, but thank you for the offer made.
My budget won’t afford a trip to those
I’ve always meant to visit. Though I’ve stayed
with my descendants well, a quarter year
is out. I’ll have to sublet someplace near.