London Poem: Day 4

21 August

The wheels turn,
Parts come together, interlocked and functioning
With every piece working feverishly–
One motion complements another.
The clip and clang of the machine
Rises all around.
I suppose this is nature.
Sharp light slips through,
And it’s hard to tell
If it’s from here, or out there,
But it comes, and there’s no stopping it.
The world will grow around it,
And nature will learn to adapt,
In time.


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