Icarus, you
should have flown
at night,
though night
has predators too.
I like to think
of you as a baby
reaching up,
always up,
wanting to be lifted
by your mother’s arms
into the sky.
And Selene,
the moon goddess,
called for you
to come to her
like she calls
for moths to rise.
copyright © 2020 Kenneth P. Gurney
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