Icarus Homesick for Seattle.

Far, far away and

Dreams of falling sounds of cloud

roaring in my ears as I fall out,

shadow of the Boeing above me

wings suddenly melting

ground below rushing closer, panorama of

Everything

And




I’m not falling, I’m flying towards the rain

skimming rooftops and

Treetops and

Mountaintops

I don’t fall

I never fall

Just speed through time

Solid and stoic




Where’s the plane? My security, my grasp

Illusions of solidity

A tin can hurtling through space

the universe I cling to

all a fake

sweet, sticky nothingness

just a quick sugar-rush

and then?

My tongue closes on air

air rushing, still rushing




Where’s my place?

Put me back; I can’t find

My place.

A space needle in a haystack

Things I never told you, like

Sound and Mighty Olympians

Glittering Emerald, Cascades, concrete

…and a Troll keeping watch under a bridge.




And I’m

Falling away from you

In my little car on I-5

Up and Eastward

Through the overcast

Falling up and sideways and out

But always away, far, far away

Always lost




My ghostly footprints remain

Wraithlike trails of a life

A universe of

Waking dreams upon slumbering dreams

All left behind

To fly closer

To the sun?

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