The Fall

Before takeoff his father warned him again and again: "Follow me, keep to the middle way." Skimming the sea, a fisherman dropped his rod to gaze up, thinking he saw a god. The boy climbed higher and higher; wax dripped like rain, feathers scattered — and he plunged into the sea beating bare arms. Ovid wrote: the father was no longer a father, only a man calling out a name.