Benjamin Goldberg, "Inverse Icarus"

 

INVERSE ICARUS

 

Steel wings lift from the unlit taxiway.

Tonight Ill sleep in them.

 

Ill split my hours between eyelids, black coffee, 

and clouds you might call 

 

a kind of rapture.  Beneath me, skyscrapers 

flatten into an amber wildfire

 

mounting hillsides whose heat my face keeps

arcing toward.  I can imagine 

 

worse than being the architect of my own descent. 

Father, if I must be an arrow

 

fired into darkness with my hair in flames, 

then I, too, will be an archer 

 

I dont know where Ill land, but I know

what Im aiming for.

 

Benjamin Goldberg’s poems appear in Best New Poets 2014, TriQuarterly, Ninth Letter, Hayden’s Ferry Review, Blackbird, Salt Hill, and elsewhere.