Northwords Now Issue 37

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Losing my Control

by Simon Berry

There seemed no further hope after several searches
Of finding the remote. Despite all those weird
Buttons with strange promises of Setup and Mode
Providing at least a notional offer of choice:
With it I could have just the world I needed.
Without full control over those uncanny forces
In the airwaves now just what kind of life awaits me?

Later I headed outside intent on stress-busting
Up by the Cat’s Back with the view of the tower
Two red kites vie for the attention of the hen bird:
Russet underwing catching sunlight
Tumbling out of the vast pale blueness
Missing by a screaming wingtip  
Each embraces the uncontrollable.