Read the poem. Then, review the bolded text in the second stanza.

My Model Car

The hours piled on,

As I sprawled out on my carpet,

Tinkering with tweezers,

Fiddling with rubber bands,

Trying to make my model car come to life.

Finally, eyes bleary, I went for a walk,

Leaving the car parts behind.

I took in the details of the neighbourhood,

The trills and chirps of birds in the trees,

The thick, smoky smell of a grill

Fired up in my neighbour’s garden.

I came back and opened my door.

Hoping the car had assembled itself. No, but—

I suddenly saw the parts with new eyes,

My mind clear and ready.

My tools bent and twisted the pieces

Like they’d always known what to do.