• Bobbi Sinha-Morey

"The Tiniest Star"


Looking down from

my spot on the bluff

I saw the ribbon of

river shift from light

to shadow, dodging

the sun as a sailboat

made its way toward

the bridge. I sat in a

rocking chair on the

front porch and drank

my first cup of coffee,

as had become my habit

in the last week, trying

to identify what was so

different there, what

made the light seem

drenched in yellows

spilling over the roof

of my home, the fall

of golden light shining

through the low clouds,

God and the tiniest star

in the sky having guided

me and my family to this

new house after the fire,

and I thought of what life

had given me: a chance

to start over, and plant

a garden that made you

believe in tomorrow again.

Bobbi Sinha-Morey's poetry has appeared in a wide variety of places such 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 on Amazon and her work has been nominated for Best of the Net 2015 and the Best of the Net 2018 Anthology, hosted by Sundress Publications. Her website is located at http://bobbisinhamorey.wordpress.com.


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