Conflicting: Dissonance

The drilling began
At 10:15 am,
Growling and whining
Like an irate wild cat.

When I inquired
At my neighbour’s door,
To my surprise, he replied with,
“I have to get dressed;”

But when the door opened,
The young man who appeared,
Wore nothing but a pair
Of very brief blue briefs.

“I’ll be through
In five minutes,”
He reassured me.
Ha! I didn’t believe it!

Drilling naked?
There’s a new twist
Isn’t that kind of risky?
Or at least, that’s what I would guess.

What’s that got to do with practice?
Not much, perhaps,
At best, it only gave me
Some brief comic relief.

As predicted, the angry feline would not lie down;
So, I immersed myself in satisfaction
And from there observed my reaction,
Which was enormous tension,

And in the silences in between,
Full of chaotic energy,
Dancing and whirling
Throughout my entire being.