The wind up bird releases his spring
To start the day,
Moving time’s hand, her first tick,
Waking her cogs as they view the unlit bay.

The veil is slowly removed
With the sun’s arms,
To the command of the wind up bird,
Watched by the believers-their psalms.
(Happy, with strawberry smile)

The wind up bird,
With spring unwound
As he looks at his master piece
His face shines proud.

The day has began,
Walkers spend their light,
With their masks intact;
Blind to the wind up bird’s delight.
(Veil still drapes their mind)

The wind up bird rests,
In the wooden womb.
Safe as the daisy in summer,
Hard as a pharaoh’s tomb.
Winding his spring for another day…