A Suit of Wings is What I Need

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.

What are you looking for?