The Anniverary Clock

     
The anniversary clock on the window sill        
sparkles in the morning sun.        
brass globes swing in captive orbit        
since nineteen seventy one, counting        
time's slow passing,flashes on the ceiling        
glass dome to keep out dust,        
painted face and Victorian nostalgia..        
Nineteen seventy one, a Saturday to recall        
this cold May day. A July day so far away.         s
I must find the key, rewind the spring,      
another year,to sparkle in the sun.        
In the stillness of the evening.        
Hear the gentle click, thirty times a minute,        
the spring suspended twisting to and fro        
as cogs  synchronize tooth-some unison,        
skill of artisans in back street solitude        
cutting teeth and blowing glass.        
Forty years on the window sill        
brass sparkling in the morning sun.