Time spun like a clockwork cosmos
someone kept winding the spring.
Except now its battery operated,
still someone keeps an eye on it.
Your parts move with the seasons
and each day and night robotic
your time is not your own
you are only given so much energy
to get done what needs must be done.
But for the contemplative, time is of no concern
and energy is reaped from the silence
the nuclear within each moment
an eternal place within the finite Universe
where no clocks mark off the hours.