A suit of wings may be what’s needed, to soar
above it all, though we’ve Icarus’ example as warning.
From this suit of wings, no wax will melt,
no hubris bring a fall. We’ll stay within
reasonable realm, just high enough
to skim the fires, the floods, the locust swarms,
angry plagues of retribution. Perchance,
above carbon clouds of dread, we’ll see solution,
receive survival vision. Perhaps
a topographical map of how
to save us. With rainbow wings,
searching contour lines,
our flight buoyed by the spirit
of regal feathered birds who glide
on winds of hope, we hunt
for mercy.
Marjorie Moorhead
Marjorie Moorhead writes from the river valley boarder of NH/VT. She is the author of Survival: Trees, Tides, Song (Finishing Line Press 2019), Survival Part 2: Trees, Birds, Ocean, Bees (Duck Lake Books 2020), and In My Locket, and Every Small Breeze, both forthcoming in 2023/24. Marjorie's poem can be found in many literary journals and anthologies as well.
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