here is the story the feathers on the water have to tell:
icarus was laughing as he plummeted.
his wings spiraled apart, feather by feather,
and those who looked up might say he resembled a fallen angel.
he welcomed the burning wax that dripped on his feet
and sizzled into the ocean below, embraced the alien
sensation of open air and filled lungs.
he looked to the sun and enjoyed being blind to the world around him.
everything was bright, sharp, beautiful,
and in that instant, he knew what it felt like to live.
as he fell and the wind shrieked by his ears like a long-forgotten tune,
he closed his eyes and said his goodbyes
to the world that never loved him, to the people he would never know,
to his father.
yes, his father did not catch him
because he heard his son’s laughter
and knew that icarus wanted to die smiling.