I appreciate a good set of instructions
where there is no room for interpretation
and all the materials are provided.
I recall ordering a build-your-own couch
from a place. My mother-in-law asked
can’t you just buy a couch?
I could have, but we got to pick all the options
and it came in a few boxes, and it was all done
on the internet which made it seem like it was for me.
Imagine our delight when the compressed cushions
exploded into their natural shapes, ready for placement
and our eventual tushies!
A single screw was missing which led to
an ongoing fear that the right armrest was
never properly connected, and years worth of
reminders to our child (who started out so small
and now is the Paul Bunyan of our house) that
he should never sit on that part of the couch.
This is what it was like for us when we
got our first set of instructions by the mountain.
We were fresh out of Egypt and hardly knew
anything but slavery. So when we were told
to gather acacia wood, we did. Anything but
building treasure cities for someone else.
We put in the flesh hooks just like we were told.
Its scoops too. No screws were missing.
Not like in the couch which we left in that old house.
Gone from our personal history like the ark
we made at the foot of the mountain.
All we have left are the instructions.