Icarus Ascending

(For Paul)

 

10 years after leaving you alone on Staten Island

you are still

Grounding me.

 

Allowing me the wings that I’ve spouted to

Carry me over your

Old, familiar landscape

 

Without ever an “I told you so”

“That’s enough altitude.”

“Make a U-turn at the dead end.”

 

Gracious as you are in your gift of flight, you are equally as

attentive to my detail.  

 

A reticent yet routine visitant to my stunted world view.

 

A benefactor without intrusion. You allow me to transcend atmospheres.

In my own time.

 

If there was a way to thank you for your

Benevolent buoyancy, I’d beg of you to surrender that.

 

I’d do my best to soar

Not too close

Not too far

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