Chisel

Sometimes I use the wrong tool.
I thought I was building
a more solid place, putting in
floor joists and subfloor,
filling in the structure.
And then, what you said
opened my eyes differently
and I find in my hand
a chisel and mallet,
piles of debris around me
from where I have been
undercutting the space
between us. Everything shifts;
I realize how childish and petty
my concerns were, and now,
my beloved, all I desire
is to choose the right tool,
secure the correct materials,
and rebuild what I tore away
in unawareness.