Poem: Saturday Morning

The early morning
waking up
quiet, no traffic
people still sleeping
from their Friday fiesta
just few people walking
a dog barking in distance
a coffee cup
aromatic smells of coffee
some bread, marmelade
a moment of peace, calmness
total quietness, emptiness
a part of the Heaven
no news, no Tv, no radio
just peace and quietness
just an occassional car passing by
driving somewhere
maybe to the market place
maybe somewhere else
a new Saturday has started again
as every weekend, as every week
started in peace, calmness
no disturbances, no troubles
just quietness
in the Heaven.