The deaf girl who wanted
to play in the wind raced me
to a field of lupines: mauve
cobs piled in waves, and she
stood with their leaves about
her knees like petitioning hands,
a nest of palms opening to the
sky. Colors of the day deepened,
and her blue kerchief became
a deep well. She signed to me
in the wind, pale hair haloing
around her face, and like sweet
water my soul awoke from its
sleep. She was a globe of light
and I stood there, basking in
her glow.
Bobbi Sinha-Morey lives in the peaceful city of Brookings, Oregon. Her poetry has appeared in a variety of places such as Plainsongs, Pirene’s Fountain, Bellowing Ark, and The Path, among others. Her books of poetry are available at www.writewordsinc.com. Her work has been nominated for Best of the Net.
