Icarus as Poet

Icarus as Poet

If only his flight had been
an imagined one,
himself grounded at sea-edge
watching the ascent and arc
of sea-birds,
"Yes, like that,"
of words crafted, balanced,
strong, delicate
as supporting bones,
their subtle overlay.
He moves for home, his fledgling
struggling toward escape,
caught amid uncertainties;
ascent, full flight or fall.