Wing and Psalmody
It’s a big big world, so far up there
so many clouds, satellites, and air
It’s far too high to know so much
to think we’ve mastered what we can’t touch
But it’s also quite far, that down hill drop
to think we can flap and make gravity stop
Those cities of lights which blink at us
and laugh when we guess they were made with no fuss
We are not birds, we’re barely men
who think we can build the planet again
But though we’ve conceived a propeller and things
destruction’s not missed with these sorts of wings
Fuel … it spends out, Friction … it burns
and man’s navigation takes too many turns
So … float while you may, coast the cloud’s ledges
But never stop fearing what’s past this world’s edges
