We know God rested on the seventh day.
But what did She do on the eighth day?
Was the seventh day a full stop, a period?
Or just a pause, a comma?

Did the Clockmaker
once the world was wound
Withdraw into Her back room
Workshop
cluttered but organized
filled with small precise pieces
Waiting 
to create a universe
to be 
Wound?

Or did She stay?
Did She pause
to observe the wounds
in Her tightly wound world?

Does She stay still?
(Yes, still, quiet)
Does She reach out -- 
gentle,
gentle -- 
with a craftswoman’s sureness
to touch – 
delicate, 
delicate,
oh so delicate – 
my soul?
Does She still the clock’s hands
and give me pause?