icarus & i

lodged in the soles of my feet,

this urge to stay planted forever:

a pleasant dull thing settled

strong in my grasping toes.

stay. let me grow

steady roots clutched slow

around all things

solid brown earth.

--but!

such sharp quiverings

bite my stomach, worm

tingling into my widened eyes until

I see nothing but futures

ghosted on white sea-cliffs.

watch me rise

into the cloud crusted air--

watch me meet it all

in splendor!

come calliope, confuse

the fear that sucks my

head earthward;

heaven tastes a closer blue

with these dirt-caked feet 

balanced on lacy glimmers.

the sun is too tantalizing

a thing. better to be

safe on soil

but then how do you taste the
wind birthed freedom

of going

of touching the beams

filtering golden around the cusps 

of being more than

human, wax, feathers, earth.