the ringing of the bell

Beyond the everyday
of these reassuring confines
the well trod verges of predictable
I shall be there.

Down green walled mountain waves
take the longboat,
ride the rollercoaster
sail on instinct,
these trails are not for charting.

Lead me to the crossroads
intersections of all longing
where the stores are often empty
and all we have are footprints
and what our hearts can tell.

Take measure of these choices
weighed by our convictions,
sound out the heartwood
hear the ringing of the bell.