Caption on the Icarus Incident

I do not need to get far.
The greatest feat I can
endure is to face the door.

All I need is to get past.
The ache for home or street.
The sting of nectar or rust.

The belch after brew or swill.
The sap or husk of white.
Black is the best hole to fill.

I was here first, and then last.
Space still misplaces me, while
time bares its teeth of dust.

My angels arrive jaded.
They smell of stray insects
I used to swat as a child.

I figure out how they must
compel me to belong.
All I need is to get past.
Eternally poised for flight.

Rosendo M. Makabali is a technical writer in a government office and the employees cooperative.