A Suit of Wings is What I Need
to soar above it all,
though I’ve Icarus’ example as warning.
No wax will melt on this suit of wings;
no hubris bring a fall.
I’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, I’ll see
a solution to our dread;
achieve gifted survival vision;
a map of how to save us.
With rainbowed wings, angelic
mercy will be sought;
my flight buoyed by the spirit
of regal feathered birds who glide
on winds of hope.