Even I May

by Benjamin Oldham


In my mind

when I imagine them,

church bells always ring evenly,

one after the other

and spaced well apart

to pass the time.

Now here I am,

it is not even noon but ten past

and the bells are ringing

one over the other

like lapping tides

in lapsing time:

ding dedong dedong ding

dong ding degong.

Can it really be

that the timing of the bells

has changed so much?

In a small town

I had a structured upbringing,

and the bells always rang evenly

and on the hour

at the parish church,

like the chuffing of the train

that passes by the mill-dam

every day at noon.

Now I am here

and the trains pass all the time,

and there is chuffing and ringing

from all around.

I think the bells have loosened

in this place,

as even I may.