Bell

(This is the most recent piece in a project that begins here.)

The time is not such an unruly thing
Unseen sometimes, yes
It pauses often
Or walks while forgetting where to go
Diverting for distraction and then resume
Even Lons has a beginning
So too the feet over the stones a hundred times over
The words
Their quantity
The weight of each breath as it bears the light across the space
It was all created
All of it
So too the time that sits over the things and the beings there
Citizens
Those that dissolve
Those that choose to leave
The exchanges between them and the things accidentally left