All boys want to fall
Sent like sun-thunder westward
Sense-sure and censured they twist
out of the wings fastened to their backs
itching always for more blue
suspended endlessly in space at the moment of fall
Here in the sky ward
you can count them:
Lightning-struck or hurled from heaven
Panicked or resigned,
But all heading in the blue direction,
their fathers always at a loss for words.
Here is the disobedient one who willfully jumped
And here the wild one who raced for the sun
Here is the stupid one who lost control of the horses
And here the frightened one who stowed away
on the silver boat bound for the storm.
They all raced away from rules like sea-drunk criminals
hopelessly confused about the laws of men and gods
caught by gravity, unspooling like bolts of silk across the sky
chattering on and on about infinity and eternity
the whole way down.