For Whom The Bell Tolls

March 4th, 2014

blog- hanging clothes on lineI hear it throughout my day
at random times.
I’ll be hanging the washing, writing an article, sipping tea.
Making a call, working, running out the door,
being important, or simply staring.
And there she suddenly is,
right there- in my head
when I wasn’t thinking of her at all.
A connection waiting for my attention.
Ding-ding.

A slight breeze carries it up the hill
and nudges me –
“Here, a gift” it chimes
leaving a distant echo in my ears.
Sometimes I don’t notice- you know being very important and busy,
but when I do, I smile.
A simple moment, a reminder, a thought
that she is living her day,
just a mile away.

She chats with friends,
lines up, sits down,
and eats her chicken sandwich.
She finishes a paragraph, a math’s problem, and packs her bag.
The bell tells her what to do and when to do it,
while reminding me,
that she is living her very own day,
Just a mile away.

I thank the school bell for traveling
up the hill and over headland
to find me where I stand.
For nudging me into her world,
if only for a moment’s glimpse,
a quick hello, and fleeting pause in wonder.
a casual question, a what if.

The bell stops and my day continues on.
A dog barks, a mower starts.
I grab another peg, answer the phone
and get back to being busy.
She slowly goes from my mind
slotting back into my heart.
For I have stuff to do,
just as she has her stuff too.

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  1. Elise says:

    Beautiful, Meg!  Thank you,  Elise

  2. Mei says:

    it touches me, reaches to other levels of awareness .. being so close and than taking own place and returning again, as if in a dance, ✨

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