Mining the Secret
I’ll say it now
as I’ve said it before:
the sky is on fire
and all day long it burns, burns, burns.
But nobody believes me.
The clouds hide the blaze
until someone sends up a paper kite
that comes raining back as ashes.
See, I say, it’s proof of the fire!
Don’t be silly, they scoff,
it’s just the atmospheric pressure.
And for some reason this makes sense to them.
If only they’d try an asbestos kite, they’d see.
But perhaps seeing isn’t always believing.