A September Day

Sunlight is beaming through the curtains,

Waking me early from my blissful sleep.

I open my window,

Fresh air and noise from the road beneath
fill my room with life.

The sky is the colour of blueberry cotton candy,

Clouds so soft they nearly are invisible.

I see birds flying by,

Then sitting down on the neighbour’s roof.

Yellow, orange, pink and blue.

Houses in every colour the human mind can imagine.

Balconies and trees

And behind all of it

The Clock Tower.

Now it’s noon and I can hear the bells.

Their rich sound ringing through the city and up the sky

To knock on Jesus’ door.

I am lying in my hammock,

Thinking about the philosophy of life

And just scribbling away…