Chimes

[above photo courtesy of Catharina at This Window]

Chimes

I made some chimes.
It’s what I do. I try. I hope.
I put them up where they will catch the sun.
If they tinkle in the breeze, all the better.
That will add to the combined effect.
My intentions, if nothing else,
Will let me know that I am not alone.

I made some chimes.
And hoped that the inner walls
Of where I live, would live.
One ray would do it,
Travel the millions,
Oh, the miles. To stop here.
And tell me that I have never been
Alone.

I made some chimes.
But clouds, the most honest and wet, rolled in.
And looking out, never had my chimes
Showed themselves
As wonderful,
As then.

Who places chimes Is never alone.
Who places chimes is in perfect company
With all who have never caught the sun.

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