The Clockmaker

O, what if we were wrong?
What if the far-distant clockmaker,
mechanical God, tick and tock taker,
disdains efficiency, preferring song.
All the pride of human wit,
the whole much-lauded Enlightenment,
becomes perhaps the En-blight-enment
and thus emerges a counterfeit.
As Newton submits to the quantum —
exploding the deterministic machine —
life escapes the old, rote routine,
releasing us from the humdrum.
At last, gears and cogs fall apart.
We blink and laugh and shout with glee!
At last, God restored, we are free.
Freedom exhilarates the human heart.
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Lisa J. Roberts lives in California with her husband in a home they call “The Empty Nest.” She love writing poetry, and opening lines for poems appear with some frequency, necessitating memorization if she happens to be driving the car at the time. She have been published in Rattle, Saint Austin Review, Trivium Magazine, The Society of Classical Poets, and other journals, and she was a finalist in the 2024 Fernando Reilo World Mystical Poetry Prize. She believes in the power of poetry to crystalize experience.

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