A Poem a Day (488): Bell

 
Bell
 
The listening bell,
it rings invisible,
summons your arrival
while you’re sleeping in.
 
A clock rewinds itself
as light bleeds over the walls,
leaking a reminiscence of sky, 

curtains pale beyond.
 
It’s a low-humming whale,
born of the deepest seas,
an echo of vastness,
air drawn into a burrow.
 
It blows out the cobwebs,
welcomes space in its entirety,
summoning every listener
to tune in and dwell.
 
Copyright Vickie Johnstone, January 2022