Making it Mine

I feel satisfied
In the discovery of things which are not quite satisfactory;
I get hold of something to remedy.

 
A furrowed brow becomes a happy and sweaty one
With turns of screws.
Mutterings are gone with the flick of a new switch.
 
A door swings open with long-absent ease;
A board is once again firm.
Power thrums up my arm from the hammerstrike
As a sixteen-penny nail goes home.