To fly
Flap your wings,
Even if you’re an airplane
Even though any sane passenger wants
You to keep
Still,
Unyielding,
So as not to fly apart,
Disintegrate,
And leave him/her flying on his/her own,
Flapping unfeathered arms.
Even if you’re that airplane
You need to flap your wings
Even if the passenger looking out the
Fuselage window sees your waving
Wing as a harbinger
Of disintegration
And shrinks inside himself
You need to flap your wings
Or plunge
As if your Icarus wax had melted,
Pooled,
Encasing a few downy flakes,
And Ruined the finish on the table.