What is known
Is all inside, beneath the buttons,
Below the bone,
To the heart of the human,
Above the clouds
Or in the sea
Or two-stepping through
rough prairie,
What is known
Is always inside.
What is unknown
Stays that way.
–Shaun Perkins
NOTE: My brother, a pilot, shot this 14-second video recently, which inspired my poem.
Rural Oklahoma Museum of Poetry 