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


A woman I just met
before we exchanged names
asked me to change into an owl
and leap into the evening sky
with only a two step start.
Not one to turn down a challenge
I set my sights to flight,
took two steps and leapt
with arms flapping.
I failed to convince the wind
to afford me a grace period
of gravity defiance.
I fell to the ground
and skinned my knee
when I landed off-kilter
in the diminished light.

copyright © 2019 Kenneth P. Gurney