Wind into Wind
by
Radiance Angelina Petro

The Tibetan bell hangs outside my door.
I ring it when I leave and when I return.
This morning, I rang it softly,
so as to not wake the neighbors.
The sound still swelled, like a wave,
then merged wind into wind,
perfectly blending with the melancholy coo
of the morning dove hidden in the trees,
and as the sound began to fade, like mist
from the Bethlehem hills, everything in my life
suddenly made sense, and so I took my walking stick
and started out into the day.