We Hunt for Mercy

gray scale photography of bird
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.