Before the cabin

 Before one can sit contentedly in their little oasis

One must probably hit their thumb with a hammer

Maybe

A time

Or two

And measure twice and cut once a few thousand times

And possibly rework that corner 

And of course be sure of that angle

And ache at night and do it again tomorrow

Another trip to get more stuff needed that didn’t get here last trip oh

Expensive everything 

Worth it, all of it 

And no small wonder

And

And, 

And-

I can hardly wait.