Bottles of pills fall from the sky
they look like Texas sized hail
each one comes with a promise and a warning
in some cases several
it’s a pretty thought to cancel the warnings and embrace the promise
I promise to ease your pain
I promise to lift your anxiety
everyone loves a restorative
even when the sky isn’t blue it holds faith
like a confident lover
the birds don’t know our fitful human world
they only understand song and flight
you’d like to be without gravity
it’s a small price to pay
looking at your life from up high
we treasure absurdities
then something happens to shift delusion
for what do you need of things?
when what you really need
is found in the wielding air
