The noise from across the street is a constant source of irritation

In fact, it’s making me ill.

It takes months to carve out the inside of a house; one that is loud 

Relentless human toil.

Each grinding layer another din. 

Already today my brother and I shifted three tons of top soil.

He said wondering where he will live as an old man is making him sick.

I said we have to keep moving.

But the time sits like our shouldered sacks, it’s there and getting heavier.

Still they drill into the framework of the house, squeezing themselves into 

Accommodations. We didn’t know where we would be ten years ago; could not have

Known who we share our life space with now.

I couldn’t say what or where we will be ten years from now.