Seeing the empty swing, hanging from the black
willow’s thickest branch, I want to test its seat, I
want to steady myself on its warped wood & fly
out over the pond that rents the sky. I want
to lean all the way back, face up to sunlight
that seems to be caught in leafy-green
braids that sway, back, and forth, like curtain
call— this is it —I feel it in the pit of
my stomach, this memory of
feat, of encore, of swinging
into vast darkness.
M.J. Iuppa ‘s third full length poetry collection Small Worlds Floating was published by Cherry Grove Collections in July, 2016. For the past 28 years, she has lived on a small farm near the shores of Lake Ontario.