I often judge a tree branch
on whether it can support my weight
as I hang there suspended, swinging
in the breeze on a nice, thick rope
like back in Florida, above the water,
while my father roared with laughter
just before crashing beneath the surface.
That brief moment of suspense
at the peak of upward momentum,
where the whole world goes quiet, and
all you can feel is your life
stretching out into eternity.
That must be what Icarus felt
as his feathers melted away
and his fingers grasped to cross
the last few inches to the sun.
I wonder if in that moment
he felt the bridge between Zeus
and Hades. Where life meets death
with long forgotten fraternity.
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