We see it evidenced in Icarus’ leap
From the island’s entrapment, the decline
He must have foreseen, before the catch
Of air, the current’s ultimate indifference
Buffeting his frame.
Natural that confidence
Should carry him beyond warning,
Weaken the borrowed wing-
Span, the wax as impermanent
As his stasis above ground.
Inevitable then, that his course should bend
Towards the scene Bruegel records;
Two limbs caught, the water disturbed
Endlessly, as the impact
But not by us, standing outside
The frame, having felt the earth
Contract to a sum of times and flights,
The same craftsmanship of imitation;
Tantalised by weightlessness.
A plane marks its vaporous
Signature, no direction unmapped
Or out of reach; past amazement,
We share the ploughman’s