Slept badly,
Perhaps in anticipation
Of the new day’s racket,
But so far, none!
Resorted to assembling tasks
Which match the potential din,
Then wound up doing paperwork
Because of the quiet.
Running out of things to do
That involve no noise,
But still holding out
For signs of construction.
This old pattern
Which repeats every time,
It’s reactive mind
Carrying on as it does.
What the pattern is
Is what it is;
So, why do I
Get bothered about it?
I guess that’s part of
The habit too,
To rant and stomp
Over these inclinations.
Now tiredness
From lack of sleep
Wants to set in,
But I cannot relax,
Will not likely unwind
For some time to come,
Unless the disruption returns,
In which case, who knows
When the next calming interlude will arise.
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