Corded: Circling

Another day,
Another disturbance,
Woken up early
To renovation noise,
Outside the legal limit;

Rushed up
To confirm the source,
And telephoned,
But no answer;

Left a note
For security instead,
By which time,
The noise was almost legal,

And the clamour
Continued,
Until I gave up
And got up;

This is what
I’m stuck on,
As this sleep deprivation
Weighs me down heavily,

Stirring up frustration,
And other unpleasant emotions
And sensations,
The limit of my practice resolve breached.

But then, during the quiet interlude
I thought I saw forever again,
Stood in the light of
Cause and effect,

Feeling both free and bound,
Trapped and in motion;
Reality unfolding,
Replacing discouragement and gloominess with equanimity.