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| When Icarus took to the air he knew he could fall he knew the height of the clouds over a marbled sea the speed of the wind over the soft wings of the dove and butterfly and the heat of the sun. But he also knew how high and gentle flowed the clouds in the sky the view of the stars on a silent sea. and the heat of the sun. |
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| What's learned when a traveller mates destination The ocean roar and great empty expanse its the green and gold and good wild life watch the woods grow the long runs the foothills and dung paths A long volley evokes heroic calmness as the tension dissolves with this grace and animal agility were the seeds of some timeless race your ballet with sun and earth and moon the surge and sorrow and surf song Affirming with flimsy wings against the wind you assume would grip again and again almost Dionysian you search out pith with pump and demand from destiny to declare for or against Now approaching the finish we sadden for this flesh that cant run forever now sprint as if this last mile were the moment before orgasm A thing without end when running back to the beginning and now here is its end |
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| � Maggie Higgins |  |
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