Icarus in the Sea

Nobody notices Icarus
Falling into the sea
Except Flemish painters.
Nobody cares
About endangered holidays
Except mothers and retailers.
And I am only worried
About not seeing stars
When I bend over
To put on my socks and shoes.
Does that make me shallow?
I suppose if I saw Icarus
Bobbing in the ocean
With singed wings
I would throw him a preserver.
And if invited home for the holidays
I would bring a gift or some food.
Perhaps a bucket of fried chicken
Or a landscape painting for my mother
By a Flemish painter
Who worked through holidays
And never cared much for mythology