soon

 

in the uneven happenstance

i held the child as one does

with a little temerity and much tenderness

looking down in awe at the unformed skin

his waxy contours were made for this

these ramshackle tears and torpid body

lay surrendering to these arms as if

god were i and i was not, god

i didn't mean to project to scheme

to plan and see enviable flight

the horizon tempered with wings

and flight and mystic, the unchallenged kind

his hands no stretched as in a wing span

declared his intent, his anima alert

and i held him as if he were god

hovering over the platitudes

of others, ascending to the limits

of my arms and declaring the new birth

i held him higher than i could

and crowned him, Icarus