clockwork

Its the middle of another day
I am lazy and look up at the wall
There is no movement except the clock
that goes tic-toc tic-toc tic-toc

My mind wanders to the moving hand
to the beat that is the sign of life
eternally co-ordinated it never fails
what therefore must it entail?

Beyond the visible walls and paint
lie numerous gears and screws
as if a city chugs along right
day and night , day and night

Seemingly disparate mechanics within
appear complex and profound at first
but one thing leads to another inside
co-ordination as such seldom designed

Time and again there's a reliable face
if ever a home had one
the tic-toc-tic-toc and cuckoo songs
can brighten up my noons for one :)