Yellow and slate blue, a smile, newly pointed flagstone;
we have beat the flood, we have sealed holes, we have
persevered, the wrinkles may be deeper, the grey
has gotten greyer, the wonders of color.
a couch, some paintings, a bed for visitors that annoy us,
all things are possible; clothes can be dried here,
even the rat has disappeared without a trace,
he is no longer welcome here.
the basement has transformed from a dark place holding
stuff held too long, to an open, colorful place
pregnant with possibility; let us hold that, only
carefully repopulating with what we truly treasure.