On This Earth

On this earth at daybreak
I step outside to find
that all the trees have hollows,
all the birds face east,
and the bells all swing
their open mouths into the sky.
Kling klang they shout!
The sound breaks out
of belfries, arcs its way
across the sky to fall
into the wild beastly trees that
sing along behind the leaves
like laughter, like katydids,
or cinnamon.
It's on this earth I dwell,
watching for the ringer of the bell,
greeting all the sunlit hollows,
following the birds, half flown away.
Hello! I shout into the sky.
No answer.  Hello! I shout again.
The bells stop still,
and listen.

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