In restless sleep, a murky storm
swarms, making it impossible
to hold a pose in bed
Toss then turn, it repeats
as lightning flares in
the mouth of clouds
and thunder worries, back
and forth, with heavy
footfalls
Why am I hiding?
Looking down upon
my body’s spread
like a distant star, I
know I am no longer
here or there—
a pinprick of light
a small comfort, maybe . . .
Electricity distills the air, leaving
a thick sour smell
then rain, un-
ribbons, tumbling
down
M.J. Iuppa’s fourth poetry collection is This Thirst (Kelsay Books, 2017). For the past 32 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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