
It’s under control;
the stories we tell others
help us sleep at night.

It’s under control;
the stories we tell others
help us sleep at night.

We think we are brave
craving to climb to the top—
too scared to jump down.

Little planes prepare
to face up to Ouranos;
airborne infantry.

Decked up and ready,
primed to take the storms head on—
pilot grabs the mic.

Taken for granted:
shooting stars, dropping flowers,
and peace on our streets.