At that height He could feel God’s breath on his back. The Sun’s rays pushed sweat from his pores, But, still, he persisted. The answers he was looking for Were right there, Just above the clouds. “Who are you?” “Are you here?” He stretched out his hand— Exposing his burnt arm to the heavens— Toward a crack in the sky. He felt God’s Whisper wick against his wrists For a moment Until the Sun melted the wax in his wings, And he fell back to the Earth.