Tinkering is the art of incrementalism.

The heart grows fonder with each quarter-turn of a socket wrench,

I invest my time to top off her fluids when she’s running low,

Check the tread on her tires,

Pull out any dents,

Because she can’t do that on her own.

In return,

she gets me where I need to go,

and only asks of me,

that I put in the time.

She works for me,

and I her

I’m just happy to help.