I turned the car away from where we had been going to;
away so we might
hear the bells a little longer
and better
than we could
from where we were -
where we had been going.
It dawned on me we have
lost our ways of social knowing;
our holding of a thing
in common while not directly
near each other or within
the sight of our eyes.
The bells rang on for a
time far beyond my expectation,
some hymns played three
complete verses. I was shocked
enough to find a church whose
bells were ringing let alone one
that played on for twelve minutes.
Remember the days when we
all took in common and similar
events? Bells of churches and
schools, sirens on Saturday at
noon. Whole communities set
to celebrating feast days and
holidays alike, clustered in their
neighborhoods and cultural
divides. Not a bad gathering
by kind, but one to ease the burden
of unspoken language or
misunderstood social cues.
A way of making and securing
Bonds with them who understand - us.
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