A New Day Poem by Jan Oskar Hansen

a new day

early morning, silent morning
the building is still sleeping, the few cars
driven by those who start early for work
could be bakers or cooks beginning their shift.
A lone ship is still anchored in the bay
it is an old ship waiting for a charter, the cook
is up must prepare breakfast he has a long day
ahead of him he is on the deck peeing
into the sea and smoking a cigarette before
going back into the galley.
More cars are filling the road and the small
supermarket, near the petrol station, is open
it has a counter and sells coffee and cakes.
The building is waking up toilet flushes, door
slams, voices, a new day has begun.