Wings

I drew a circle on the sand, over
and over again, but did not find
what I need.

One day, a thunder stroke the tree
whose shadow I cherished so much
to read my books and calm my mind.

Under the ashes of the tree, I
found an amber slowly glowing in
crimson red.

I stroke it with a hammer clenched
in my hand, flame ignited and
engulfed my whole body

Hammering it over and over again,
I made a pair of glass wings to
glide through the atmosphere.

7.14.2019