THE HARBOUR BELL

I came out of the north-west
Staggering from the storm
The surgeons had repaired my body
And my mind hung by one hinge
So I headed for the coast of Wales
To assume the healing rhythm of the sea
And breathe the briny air
Where no-one knew me
Nor called my worn out name
Sweet freedom in isolation

And so, in smiling solitude
I walked and smoked too much
Staring at the moody ocean
As we all inevitably do
As though it holds answers
And indeed it does
The answer is "being"

One hot but breezy day
I followed the coast from north to south
Not too far but far enough
Until I came upon a harbour
Tiny and insignificant
But a harbour nonetheless
With a clutch of small boats
Bobbing and swaying lazily
On the backwater slack water tide
And somewhere close by
A nautical bell tolled the rhythm
Of an endless heedless movement
And an oddly comfortable melancholy
Rocked me in it's arms
Lost and found
Beginning and end

In as much as everything matters
Though nothing matters much
This place was nothing to me
No more than countless others
But that harbour bell
So patient and so constant
Touched something deeper than knowledge
Perhaps it was the state of my health
Or the glowing heat of the day
But some vulnerable receptor
Vibrated to that gentle toll
I've been in many places in my life
And seen wondrous famous sights
All seared into my minds eye
But their memories will last no longer
Than the haunting harbour bell

           By Phil Roberts

Reviews

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Phil, that harbour bell, so patient and so constant
has soothed many a soul along the path of new beginnings.
May your heart whistle a lovely tune of once upon a time
when flowers bloomed... truly, Pat

[Phil Roberts]

Beautifully said, Patricia. Thank you.

[Patricia Wedel]

You are welcome... I appreciate your talent.
truly, Pat

[D]

The little things that get one's attention, with the reason being a mystery. Had it happen... Nicely done.

[Phil Roberts]

Thank you very much :)

[D]

My pleasure (: