by Bobbi Sinha-Morey
From where I am a pale sunset is barely seen through the trees and an isle apart from the coast is its own arch of land; the scents of the sea so inviting I take my small craft of a boat out on the water, and for each hour I have, I explore what's there before me: the sunlight's reflection on a rainbow rock, a stone angel garnered in violets, rings of them all around her, and as I draw halfway near the lonely isle, I hear no echoes of terns, no wind anywhere to tip my boat over, and I reflect on dreams my heart grows by. Me, the pilot of time before me, and the patience learned to make my time last, the sound of peace I revel in that inhabits the day, and my stay on such a small island lit only by God's restful
Bobbi Sinha-Morey‘s poetry has appeared in a wide variety of places such as Plainsongs, Pirene’s Fountain, The Wayfarer, Helix Magazine, Miller’s Pond, The Tau, Vita Brevis, Cascadia Rising Review, Old Red Kimono, and Woods Reader. Her books of poetry are available at Amazon.com and her work has been nominated for Best of the Net Anthology in 2015, 2018, 2020, and 2021 as well as having been nominated for The Pushcart Prize in 2020.