by J.D. Isip
Cornered in one frame is a study of falling
Phaethon and Icarus in various angles
making the same plunge
Reached because they wanted sight past
horizon where wiser eyes, wiser hearts
tether us to the seen
Yet an ounce of god-blood or will would rather
crash into the impossible than live
plodding the probable
Cupid, where the winding staircase ends,
holds a finger to his smiling lips
“This will be your master”
He says of the arrows at his fingertips. Feeling
like this is a picture moment, with no one
to take the picture, I know
Something of all the various angles of falling,
why painters, and sculptors, and poets
are always pocketing feathers
First appeared in Coldnoon: Travel Poetics 3.1
Cadence Collective: Long Beach Poets 
Beautiful.. 🙂
Terrific.