POETRY | TATIANA GRACH

Icarus

Icarus,

I wish I could have held you as you fell

I wish I could have dried the tear

that streaked your sun-scorched cheek

I would have whispered words of comfort in your ear

and held you close so you would feel no fear

I would have told you that to fail is human

and that your triumph lies in having tried

I stole a star last night

I just reached out and grabbed her,

Tucked her in my pocket and ran

So the men in white lab-coats wouldn't come for me

They had told me, that a star is

"A luminous spheroid of plasma burning billions of miles away"

Iguess they don't know that you can just take one

As you're walking in a moonlit garden