Watchmaker

I wish I were a watchmaker,
Steady hands nudging fine cogs
Or perfect crystals
Measuring the passing flood of time

But I only see the face,
Two twitching hands embracing
Celestial complexities,
Concealing secret operations.

I wish I were a watchmaker
Seeing the feathering tick
Behind you and me
Calculating for infinity

But I only see two hands,
Joined at the centre.
While you can see the wheels turning
And the faults that make them stop.