Wednesday, May 1, 2013

Seth Thomas Tower


To Eli Terry and his Four-Dollar Clocks

We rode the even gait of time
like cowboys on the drive,
easy in the saddle;
or like turnips and beans
in the black earth.
Daybreak opened our eyes
as the cock opened our ears;
we made music
when there was moonshine.

Until the wooden wheels of time,
the even grinding of their teeth
reset the axis of the earth
so equal moments fill each hour,
snug as cans sealed in a carton.
We sleep while the sun shines
or party 'til dawn
or work the nightshift
to moonlight at daybreak.