Icarus Exult
by Eugie Foster

Apollo’s chariot so close I can feel the breath
     of his celestial steeds,
A fiery gale through my wings.
Brighter than a thousand candles,
The light a divine embrace.

I have awakened.

Far below, a tapestry spreads beneath me:
Mountains, forest, sea.
It is a prison discarded,
Gravity’s shackles tossed aside.

I am alive.

Faintly, like the memory of clay feet, heavy and clumsy,
I hear words of caution:
“Not so far, not so high!”
I shut my ears.

For I will touch the sun!

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