Morning Greetings

The heavy chunk filled sounds of a jack
hammer
              pounding
                   side
                  walk
                   into
                   frag
                  ments

unrecognizable
as a thing that was once ordered

I hear the infant cry

She must be hungry

I am still sleepy

I get up anyhow

I can ignore the jack hammer

forever

but she must be attended to

and then

we'll both be happier

than we had before