Events, Poems

Skimming Clouds

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.

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