Lone Bell

I imagined a clear bell echoing in the hills Behind curtains of rain In the hills behind the high school So I opened the door and went there. Walking slowly in a white wall of fog A silent more cautious awareness arises. Deeper in, the ground at my feet falls away. On a peak or in a swamp, all debris erased. Lone bell Clear moon Sky home Distorted cymbals rise What is left of the dissipating dream world I made? Mid day, in the light, quiet echoes of a freezing moon Distant bell, cold and clear.