Grounded

Icarus, who loved the sun
her heat in love
returned, but some
of this is left untold
omits a detail from the fold

the lover beat his wing
against the odds that
pull against us all, in
balloon gondolas, jets or
airport lounge’s siren call

our weight derives from mass
and the frigate bird, alas
keeps her house up in the air
but we travelers with our luggage
don’t like it much, up there