Is There Heaven

Early morning
8am
Creeping warmth
of the Sun
The town bell
strikes the hour
Children are walking
to school
An old man
rides a bicycle
to meet his niece
for breakfast
I get out of my
hammock
My feet touch tile
as I open windows
and doors
letting in air
and light
I walk past
the kitchen
into the yard
and sit at
the table
Chirping
and flitting
Wind amplifies
the leaves
I book I left
sitting there
I open it
Begin to read
Lost in this
heaven
Home
Quiet
In the place
where nothing
and everything
resides