BELL RINGER!
--for Karen, A birthday poem
You there, ringing bells.
You are the alternative obedience
I'm looking for.
I'm listening to you with my camera
My eyes take in all that vibrates.
Sound waves ringing in my year
confound the chaos of the I Ching.
Harmony is not sameness.
No growth in sameness.
Bet on the child.
How is it possible,
This ringing testimony
of yours, you there,
born
on the Seventh Day of Christmas.
I hear you!
I hear you!
Love, Jim
30 December 2017
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