Sleeping in the half-light

​Do I have bells inside me?
I listen to them echoing
towards me through the
houses
& over the roofs.
 
I breathe in their solid sound, deeply
& am suddenly filled with water.
 
I close my eyes & watch the waves
grabbing at the shores
of my inlands;
softly scratching
at the beach stones,
making them roll & gurgle.
 
I don’t hear so well underwater
& I wonder:
 
Does love come
from the outside
or from within?
 
And what if
it comes only from
within?
I fear, then, for my empty
ears (without bells)
& the returning low tide.

...
 
I long for love to come
like the bells, unbidden:
Ringing from the outside
to wake me,
to vibrate in me,
to echo & move in me
(like the water)
& come out of me, singing!

​...
 
I lie quietly & watch & listen,
& try to make the outside
match the in.