In the bell-tower, bells ring,
And even when they don't,
A lovely vibration of metal
Hangs suspended waiting to sing.

Birds perch high
And chirp and tweet.
They look at me.
I lean wistfully,
Prone slightly at the waist,
One elbow bent,
Hand on chin,
My other arm and hand
Hangs out the window of the bell tower,
Feeling the wind blow.

And everyone,
Including the birds,
Waits for the bell to ring again.

-jenn