Icarus

I’ve been winging it my whole life

sometimes flying high, at others

closer to the ground, like now. 

I looked into the eyes of some that

told me what I should do and saw

they didn’t have a clue themselves,

so I took off as soon as I could and

have been soaring ever since, though,

like Icarus, the wax is melting and I’m

falling as the parable we know.

“What goes up must come down.”

as Buddhist a saying as you can get.

John Lear, the son who flew the jets,

knew more that what was good for him,

but lived with no regrets…no point in

crying over candle wax…the truth is all

to know, if that, if it can be seen…better 

to have loved and lost than 

never loved at all, to have known love

for once more poignant than a siren’s call…

the rocks in the sea onto which we finally fall

are there nonetheless.