freefalling stops
with a bounce.
Icarus not lost at sea
but down on the rocks
upon which he is broken
and then redeemed.
now I see myself as Daedalus
the Father warning his son.
you give them wings
without which
there is no ascent
and no falling.
while not yet a father
but after crashing
I am rising
not wind-blown
and not
weightless either.
