him and Dad fucking around with their wax wings.
Dad says, don't fly too high or too low,
but Icarus has clay ears, he just wants to impress some girl.
What do I know? I'm just his sister.
He'd sooner listen to a goat.
Up, up, excelsior! Higher!
First he is a feather, then he is a stone.
Here's what I am gonna do:
Men always miss the obvious.
I will fly at night when the sea is calm
and the sky has no distractions.
Up here, I can't tell stars from reflections on the water.
Is this my skin or my wings?
It's quiet--nobody heaving anvils of what-to-do my way.
Is it hubris to have my own heart?
I don't know whether I am rising or falling,
but I am in motion.
The ground or the heavens will open,
and I will glide in, Girl Astronaut, Queen of the One Big Try.
for Ella at Toads.