“Perhaps our age has driven us indoors.We sprawl in the semi-darkness, dreaming sometimesOf a vague world spinning in the wind.But we have snapped our locks, pulled down our shades,Taken all precautions. We shall not be disturbed.If the earth shakes, it will be on a screen;And if the prairie wind spills down our streetsAnd it covers us with leaves, the weatherman will tell us.”