Flight

Icarus! Icarus!

Ich! Ich!

Flaccid beach umbrellas,
like onlooking priests,
wait to watch you plummet
into the ocean.

I give you wings, child.
I hold you up on outstretched hand.
Fly, far.
Far from these onlookers
who watch you,
who lay claim to the sky.

Icarus! Icarus!

Ich! Ich!

I am here. I have captured your visage.
My cloud-borne child.
You gull, you cygnet.
A-flutter, a-twitter.
In an instant, gone, but always,
forever in the cloud.