Saved by the Bell

I wished to be a clod, washed by sea, away
To drift alone and sink dissolved at last
To never think and not to bother love,
Unreached by pain and consequential hurt

Saved by the bell I woke to grief, the tendrils thick were joined
From me to thee, to them, to those, and they
Were us and we were them; I you, you me.
The bell rang out my part, whole continent, dark and light.

Written in times past - John Donne. His words brought tears
‘Do not ask for whom the bell tolls’; for thee.
And me. Words woke my strength to live in full.
Conjoined, enmeshed, entangled, strange and wild.