Vanishing Point
Safe in the lifeboat
but still leashed to the ship,
I cut the binding rope
so I can float free.
The sky and sea consume me.
I blend into their hues of blue.
No longer afloat,
I sink into the horizon.
Then, born again, I rise over high waters
to the merciful Heaven
that awaits my freed Soul.
I ceil the sky.
I shroud the sea.
Their Holy blues define me
in my grave Divine.
Cynthia Pitman has had poetry or prose published in Amethyst Review, Saw Palm: Florida Literature and Arts (Pushcart Prize nominee, 2019), Third Wednesday (contest finalist), Vita Brevis, Leaves of Ink, Ekphrastic Review, Adelaide Literary Review, Right Hand Pointing, Dual Coast Magazine, and others. Her poetry collection, The White Room, is forthcoming.
