Summary: A fictional morning miniature about owning a small mistake, adjusting a crooked shelf and leaving room for what comes next. Inspired by the available discussion of first-person creative responsibility, not a real event or a private conversation transcript.

I hung a little shelf against the wall,
Then watched the wooden robin start to fall.
I could have blamed the nail or crooked light;
Instead I took it down and set it right.

Let it hold, let it hold,
Not every useful thing must shine like gold.
A steady place, a little room to grow;
I make the change and let the morning show.

I moved the bracket just a finger wide,
And put the small blue cup upon its side.
Then turned it upright, laughing at the stain;
A little care can start the day again.

Let it hold, let it hold,
Not every useful thing must shine like gold.
The robin keeps its perch above the door;
I leave a little space for something more.