20th November 2019: A moment

Poetry
Walking distracted towards my destination.
A to B.
When, 
stopping me in my tracks, 
I hear the bellowing bells in the brick orange tower
clang raucously together:

ding.

ding.

ding.

The transcendent, abiding sound of metal against metal, 
that has signalled many a moment.
Contrary in variety. 

I look up at the origin of the alarm which tells me another
hour has gone by;
the sky about it is a grey-blue in colour,
kind of bleak
and the colour of oblivion.
But the orange of the centuries old building
creates a kind of beautiful contrast-

the preservation of Time,
the change that occurs over Time,
the stillness of Time. 

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