Like clockwork

Six steps. Then a seventh

White enamel

Smooth

Dark varnished wood

Four staves

Then stone

Clack

We all move forward

Together

There is moss

In the earth

Between the paving

Smooth, wet, pale

Leather soles

Smack

A change in

The gearing

Grinding

And we are push-tugged

Forward

A deceiving light

Bright in the blue sky

Arms flapping

Like a flightless bird

Or adept hands

Juggling clubs

Clack

A lurching forward

A flopping back

Along the

Track

Forward