Wings...
Why was the sun so warm that day?
Why did it beckon me to fly?
The gentle rays upon my neck -
As I felt sunlight warm my back...
Why weren't there any clouds that day?
To shield me from the flame?
The missing clouds that held no rain -
The missing clouds that hold the blame -
Why was the sky an inviting blue?
Why the urge for a more glorious view?
What dreadful impulse made me seek?
That higher crest, that taller peak?
* * *
The tragic fall -
the drop -
the plunge...
Did I think I could ever fly -
On Icarus wings?
16.9.1999
Toronto
Copyright. Jonathan Koh, 1999