fluttering touch on skin like feathers
air rushing through wings – whether up or down
dizzy, veering, swooping, plunging,
vigorous pumping of muscles in pinioned strength
borne by an unknown force away from the familiar
far from my past, my present –
uncertain if there is a future
suspended in no time or place
heat of sun and movement melts and loosens
makes effort and resistance soft and vain
wondering if my will or another’s has control
captured by a superhuman god
or chancing fate on whims of wind and gravity
heading toward Olympus or the sea
fainting from high altitude or drowning
the plaything of a god or a victim of my fall
am I Icarus or Ganymede?


Edited by traveler (02/13/13 10:01 PM)
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We are often troubled, but not crushed;
sometimes in doubt, but never in despair;
there are many enemies, but we are never without a friend;
and though badly hurt at times, we are not destroyed.
- Paul, II Cor 4:8-9