Stuck

Not far from home
Did I wander



Just outside
And around the corner
That's all



The slow reconstruction
Is a consuming distraction
Now ready for the sub-floor



Tomorrow white tiles
In the other outhouse
Will get me past the artichokes
And beyond the blueberries



To a space with more elbow room



Perhaps then the new old kink in my back
Acquired today from slow cramped contortions
Will become unstuck.