becomes a warm gray sky blanket
which leaks drops into the pool
where the pool crawler has halted
its bottom-feeding of debris
six unthreaded screws later I see
the issue a spool of white fibers
tightly binds both axles
tight as the fingers that grip this screwdriver
as these eyes squinting at the problem
as my lips before an irritated sigh
with tweezers piece by piece and
clump by clump the strands tear away
I snap and screw it back together
tossed in the water it bubbles
to the bottom and scampers away
I change my mind
this morning isn’t so bad
I freed one thing and look
the sun might loosen up
some other possibilities
I thought this day
would never have