When I was young, I’d disassemble clocks So I could understand what made them go. With tools in hand, and pieces in a box, I’d wonder, and I’d look, and then I’d know. But lacking tools to take myself apart, I understand myself through what I’m told, And one friend told me I am young at heart— Another said my soul is very old. If I can trust them both (I think I can), Then I have been—repaired, or else restored. Is it sometimes the lot of broken man To go back to the workshop of the Lord? Some say that Great Clockmaker stands aloof, But I know otherwise—and I’m the proof!
Copyright 2019 Benjamin Daniel Lukey.
"The Clockmaker" was originally published on February 8, 2019 by The Society of Classical Poets.