Wing and Psalmody

Wheels for Humility

Fox Kerry
Nov 11, 2021


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



Fox Kerry

If you paint for me even one thing which is true, perhaps I’ll be tempted to consider two. I tell tales poetically, someone else needs to set them to music.