Ferry Ride

Ferry Ride

Gliding the channel,

sun and brine splash faces.

Here, on this glass plane,

no mortgage, no remote.

Sense of what we were.

Your smile sails straight,

hair undone in breeze.

An island of white gulls,

hearts and wings

courting wind.

Sam Barbee

Sam Barbee’s poems have appeared Poetry South, The NC Literary Review, Crucible, Asheville Poetry Review, The Southern Poetry Anthology VII: North Carolina.   His second poetry collection, That Rain We Needed (2016, Press 53), was a nominee for the Roanoke-Chowan Award as one of North Carolina’s best poetry collections of 2016. 


  1. Nice image painted here. As I read, I felt like I was there. Well-versed. Much enjoyed.

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