Occam’s Razor

Maybe the simplest explanation
is that the boy fell from the sky.
It’s hard not to think of Icarus.

The boy went missing last month
after he did yard work with his father
and the family ate pizza.

The father wiped away tears
as he talked to reporters.

They found a greasy handprint
in the landing-gear well of a jet,
and grease on his torn clothes.

When you are sixteen,
your life can feel like a prison,
an island in a salty sea.

So you plan your escape
away from Charlotte
or back to Baltimore

But you fly too high
and instead of hot sun
that melts your waxen wings

You find cold and airless space
and drift into dreamless sleep
and slide from inside the silver bird.

This time there was no warm sea,
just a suburb of Boston
on the flight path to Logan.

We understand the physics
of falling bodies.
Other questions are harder.

Think of the impact,
the body’s massive trauma.
Think of Daedalus

And yourself
and your own son
the next time you share a pizza.

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To hear me read this:


About Ray Sharp

Father, poet, triathlete, local public health planner
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6 Responses to Occam’s Razor

  1. slpmartin says:

    Very enjoyable poem to read..thanks for this one.

  2. Jingle says:

    sad story,
    beautiful message….

    hope you well..
    Merry Christmas!

    let me know if you wish to attend poets rally week 35.

  3. Seasweetie says:

    This is haunting – thank you for sharing.

  4. siubhan says:

    Icarus + Occam both done well in the same poem = awesome.

  5. 1poet4man says:

    …Bravo, kinda of a modern cats cradle…

    It can be so hard to remember to be preset during the average…eating pizza with my son…somewhere else – at least some of the time…but every once in a while I remember to be present – there with him – that we are sharing time together…then that song stops…

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