
“the scientist and engineers who are building the future
need the poets to make sense of it.”
-jason silva
unlocked the door
with the secret key
climbed way up high
into the secret tower
with
the kinders
up and up and up
the
spiral staircase
with
stone walls
tiny windows
brave hearts
and
a wondrous view from the top.
—
“a well-ordered life is like climbing a tower;
the view halfway up is better than the view from the base,
and it steadily becomes finer as the horizon expands.”
-william lyon phelps
it’s naptime
in the kinder room
one ‘sleeps’ in the cot garage
and
a hand reaches out
one ‘sleeps’ outside
barely on her cot
and
sees the signal
secret notes
get passed
in silence
letters
and
numbers
and
pictures
and
very, very
important scribbles
of all kinds.
let the spy games begin.
—
in my head, i think i’d make a perfect spy,
but in reality, i don’t think i’d fare very well.