Clockwork Alexia Walz

like clockwork, unpredictably.

on other days, the sky turns a hazy shade of a nameless color because the people celebrated life with too much fervent and set the forests ablaze.

like clockwork, without a warrant.

this puzzle this circadian rhythm of life is consistently— like clockwork—

disrupted by the ones that beg and plead and destroy and steal and write slurs

and burn forests

but they are a part of the puzzle and the rhythm too they tend to their gardens and feel peace they tend to their horses and feel needed

they tend to their slur-stamping children and they feel responsible for the dysrhythmia

so they teach their children discipline so that when they fail they will soon succeed they show their children love