THE LIMITS OF FEATHERS AND WAX

there are ways to fall
and ways to fall and this is one
and only one

there was also the one where feathers
and wax flew too close to the sun

a cautionary tale that told us to remember
our limitations
                         and not
fill ourselves with our exhilaration—
sometimes you fail and sometimes you
                                                              succeed
there is no sign of sun here
yet it's possible to fall into an ocean

on this flight where the direction is down
in a small stain of white against
                                                its black backdrop
                                                                        moves into
telling me about existence
                                           in this non-world
somewhere between myth and eternity