“Drifting”

by Ivy Aloa Robb

God stopped me in a snow bank

At six in the morning to force me

To watch the sun’s shell-pink rising.

While I waited to be pulled out, I confessed 

To Him my sins and was bathed

In the light of the sun reflecting 

Off the snow drifts, where a single crow

Is watching me. The tufts around his eyes

Are wet, as though he had been crying,

As though he knows my plans, or that out of

This I would become nothing.

Ivy Aloa Robb is an emerging poet and artist living in northern Minnesota. Her poems can be found in Lindenwood Review, VampCat Journal, ELJ Edition, and more. She is also the founder and EIC of Magpie Lit. When she is not writing you can find her bird watching, working on a painting, or brewing tea. You can also find her on Twitter @ivaloaiv and Instagram @ialoar.