21st century digital bells, and a digital reading of my current weight

It's 7:59 in the morning, and if my math is correct,

4 of 100 people in the apartment building know I live here.

my son's keen awareness is comforting, albeit from the other side of the continent.

all others of the immediate family are deceased and express no opinions.

I’m not now nor have I ever been more popular than Jesus.

 I don’t drive around anymore, but with a phone call

someone picks me up at the door taking me to the eggs I need,

or to nab my prescription because the pharmacist says it's ready.

the dense, early morning fog has lifted from the balcony.

Saint Micheal Church rises above the tree line;

its roof and its bell tower are clearly visible when

the Autumn leaves drop, and when the wind comes in from the east,

the recorded bell's tolling is amplified. It tolls once for every hour from

8:00 AM ending at 8:00 PM.

otherwise I don't subscribe to the biblical voodoo.

nobody's got real bells anymore, they're too heavy

and could cause a newsworthy local catastrophe. 

but the sound of the tolling is still beautiful,

and the elderly of mind and body find comfort there.

the coffee’s perked, and the turkey bacon’s crisp and ready to be slipped

into pita bread with green leaf lettuce and slices of vine tomato.

this is the fourth day I'm without a new back-up exit plan.

as to how it will go, I might complete this document later in the day, but

chances are I’ll let it stand as written, call it poetry, and leave it to the courts.

I’m weighing-in at 163, and in less than a minute the bell will toll 8 times.

which means if the sun's out it's morning.