The sound of bells (A poem)

At the apartment complex where I live, recorded bells sound every half-hour from 9 a.m. to 9 p.m. I wrote this in the morning, before the first bells…

It’s too early for the sound of bells
Morning has just begun
no one is awake to ring them
few are up to hear them
so they sit undisturbed

It’s too early for the sound of bells
Fate is not yet determined
the next stop is miles away
the train has not yet left the station
so they sit undisturbed

It’s too early for the sound of bells
They are alone
no one to join the ceremony
no one to mark it
so they sit undisturbed

It’s too early for the sound of bells
The date is months away
everything is still pumpkin and spice
residual heat from the summer just passed
so they sit undisturbed

It’s too early for the sound of bells
Life goes on
we awake to a brand new day
to draw breath and pump blood
so they sit undisturbed

It’s too early for the sound of bells
We won’t hear them anyway
long since cold
our ashes scattered to the wind
so they sit undisturbed

(10 October 2015—posted October 11th)