It’s hard to fend off
the vertigo of a constantly
shifting
perspective.
But is there any other way
to see?
Sometimes the ten thousand foot view
is calm and clear
while trouble
brews below.
And sometimes a moment
resolves as it should
for one single, significant person
while blackening storm clouds
gather overhead.
Who’s to say
what the weather really is?
And how can the needs of the masses
mean more than the one?
It’s a delicate tightrope
we walk,
when we try to say what matters
and to whom.
It all depends on who’s looking
and from where.
