eyes for change

Do you know the story of clockwork eyes
mounted on a head
affixed with a neck
fastened to a torso
coupled with a couple pair of limbs

they lived in a calendar
an existence of everyday itinerary
erasing carefully each day gone by
after diligently replicating it
word for word on a clean sheet

each night they'd staple to obscurity
every morning they'd spring open with familiar certainty
that this would be the day, they'd strive to drastically change
and then glue their gaze
to a comfortable horizon, they saw every day
staring serenely, content..complacent
drawing strength from the protection of the habitual
seeking solace in unchanging scenery

..with a feigned start they'd realize
their promise to diversify
to make modifications to this day
and blink profusely―twice, thrice,
and then at night
a satisfied smile
stapled eyes
content with the thought
today was the day
they made some change.