Making Clocks

There is a theory
that God is the great clock maker
with a perfect mechanism
that deftly predicts each second
of each day
of each person
with a precision that leaves us in awe
and always wondering what part
we play in this cosmic clockwork.

But I have a theory that is a bit different,
that God is the great artist,
wildly and happily slinging paint
to create things that are less perfect,
but far more wonderful
than clocks.

About this poem

When I look at life and life around me, I see something wild and unpredictable,
intertwined in ways that defy my logic, and yet, when I look back, I see how, often it all fits together in was I didn’t see at first glance. More like an abstract painting by a master artist than the works of my watch.

The picture was taken yesterday, as my son and I poked around in a shop. When he saw me take it, his words were “That’s going to end up in a poem someday.”  So right my son! So right!

Tom