Each day begins: the tilt of a cup to
lips ready. Eyes closed, then opened,
knowing this is the way it is— this
small savor, this swallow that is
at first too hot, then just right— just
right as the sky pinks with the morning
star at its brightest in the East before
the sun rises, and that cup left absent-
mindedly on the counter grows cold . . .
Is that what I wanted to say?
I forgot, the moment I saw the sky.
M.J. Iuppa's fourth poetry collection is This Thirst (Kelsay Books, 2017). For the past 30 years, she has lived on a small farm near the shores of Lake Ontario. Check out her blog: mjiuppa.blogspot.com for her musings on writing, sustainability & life's stew.
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