The calmness of dawn, birdsong,
darkness fading up into light.
I'm at the window, coffee steam visible
as it rises like a friendly spirit,
good omen for a good day ahead.
The screaming motorcycle on the by-pass
and the police car siren in its wake
invade these rare moments of quietness,
peace, perfect peace, a luxury near extinction,
a notion dying, not quite but soon dead.