nine bells

the church bells are ringing
upon the small town
of water and old homes,
it's a sweet
deep sound.
it reminds me of another place,
another life,
another town.
nine tolls are heard
as we sit here
with coffee, the harbor
stretched out like
a picture postcard.
I reminisce, I ponder,
I wonder what tomorrow
will bring
as I type
these careful words. how
many more bells
are there to be heard.