The Morning Bells
I'm now at work,
And the old bell bass-chimes
the call to House Mass.
I sit at the window
the river view weather-blasted
with incongruent
sweeping angles
of wind and rain.
I think back to the morning
on Manning Road,
pulling onto the kerb
as did those around me
so the two police cars
with their mean-business lights
and their this-is-urgent sirens
squeezing impatiently through the gap
towards the fraught wherever.
And now at my desk
in my ears I still hear
the bass-chime calling
and the squealing ululations
of the timeless bells.