The Sounds Of The Jackhammer Poem by RIC BASTASA

today i shall hear the sounds
of the jackhammer
as they start breaking
the hard cement of
this old house's foundation

for soon they shall build
a new stair
for the second floor
of this new house
that we are constructing

we earn twelve years
of the peaceful life
love still dwells
our communion strong
our vision unwavering

this is our answer to
their questions
this is our way of
resolving the doubts

up there there shall be
no walls and no roof
it is the stars and the moon
at night that we all want to see

we shall have tea
and our company