The remodel began last week
and all is tarps and chaos, splinters and dust
unanswered emails and dinner out.
In hundred degree weather the strawberries wilt
next to sprinkler lines I only just realized were cut.
In the early dusk I was bitten by a wasp
my feet up on the Adirondack chair’s footrest
on the the patio farthest from the house, a refuge from the heat.
It begins again tomorrow
and yet
I am pleased. After all this, it’s begun.
something happens next 