Voices From the Towers

Sunday, as we listened to the bells of St. Mary’s, Kathy and I recalled the many times we heard the bells of churches, both big and small, and the cathedrals’ bells too, as we walked el camino de Santiago.IMG_0216

Voices from the towers

Those first few nights
they shouted and woke me
with their terrible din.

Days and miles passed.

Sometimes I would sleep
and not hear them.

Sometimes they would
gently wake me
all through the night.

They are gone now,
those bells on the hours
and quarter-hours.

No more of Santiago’s big voice.

I hear it only faintly
–in the distance
–receding
–dimming.

The clapper stills.