A tiny spire

Overhead the swallows dart

Screeching in their frenzy

The light is fading into night

The church bells ring a single peal

A window opens up above

The silence suddenly broken

I take a deep breath before the sigh

My nose is close to clear

In the distance the gentle hum of a car engine

But I don’t hear the train

Someone rustles their debris in the air

The light above the alvis glowing softly

Gentle footsteps on the road

The man passes by head to the ground sunglasses on

I want to acknowledge him but his silence is his solitude

I love the dusk here in this ancient town

The mood in the ether is still and quiet

And then it’s broken by a noisy machine

Determined to be heard, determined to invade