so we made it here

to the Promised Land

the long sought prize

now in our hands

the two cats and yard

from the first refrain

out our window sill

like a picture frame

and the wood floor plans

we sketched all spring

I followed through

on everything

from the ceiling cracks

to the baseboard trim

I crossed every inch

cleansed every sin

and what remains

the immaculate

is this the face

of Providence?

I am scratched off clean

new coat of eggshell white

still, I am not complete

I am a prototype