Bells Ii
Bells Ii - meaning Summary
Misunderstanding Becomes Community Isolation
This poem tracks how a small, ambiguous misunderstanding expands into social separation and unease. Images of birds leaving, broken glass, and domestic intrusion suggest a community slowly isolated and nervous. The voice shifts to an intimate address about a newcomer who joins and unsettles the group, while modern details—laptops, websites—and surreal lines about breviaries mixing cocktails
complicate motives and authority. The poem registers uncertainty, exclusion, and the uneasy blending of private life with impersonal systems.
For just as a misunderstanding germinates in a clear sky, climbing like a comma from rack to misunderstood rack of worried clouds, now difficult, now brusque, foregrounded, amoral, the last birds took off into the abyss. Now it was just us, though shielded, separate, disparate. It almost seems— and yet it doesn't. Broken glass announces more offenses, home invasions. Seems like we've been here a long time. And still ought to do those things. Every murk is a key. No, it's all right, don't worry. The long-fingered peninsulas have other fish to fry as destiny germinates on summer sands, more lap top than lap dog. And if I'd bargain you around the aisles, don't touch it, it's a single thing. We don't know what breviaries are mixing cocktails for us in the V room. It's essential we be kept out of the cordon. You should know. This is all about you: how you arrived one cold day carrying your little knapsack and crept in with us, to see how we could spell. Others than old uncles hear us now, hacking the website's early spoilage distribution plan.
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