A whole day spent sanding
the old garage doors
whose faded panels cried out
for resuscitation
namely for a fresh coat
of redwood deck stain
hardly heroic labor
but my sweet wife saw fit
to photograph me
brush in hand
texted me to say
how she adores her competent
man of the house
and that was all the praise
needed to redeem
those tedious hours of sanding
leaving me at peace
and grateful as I lie here
now beside her listening
to the sound of her snoring
softly in her sleep