Icarus Excuses Himself                                       

            I knew my father was an
            And that his Labyrinth was
            More than just a dancing-ground:
            It was a maze
            With no way out
            Unless you had the wiles
            To pick up on a clue

            So when he gave his word
            That clear forever endless day among the clouds
            Can I be blamed for taking it
            Not literally, but with a 
            Grain of salt?


             Emanuel E. García, Sojourns2014