Billowing clouds pass quickly over Ontario’s
steel gray waves that lumber loudly onto shore.
The stone jetty is still wet from last night’s
rain. Patches of seaweed cling to rip-rap.
The willow’s yellow braids drip in
a succession of drops– one on top of the other
until there’s a decent puddle where a pin oak
leaf sets sail like an ancient boat, floating
on an open sea–
I imagine lying
down in the curl of this leaf, resting
against the rib of its carriage, wanting
to be transported to another time
beyond this impeding day.
Asters, clusters of trembling stars
flourish near the water’s lip, coaxing
those drowsy bumblebees
to mine the last of autumn’s nectar.
Mesmerized by how deeply they delve
into ripeness– how their tongues insinuate
love–my heart’s pang, wondering
which will survive?
M.J.Iuppa lives on a small farm near the shores of Lake Ontario. Her most recent poems have appeared in Poetry East, The Chariton Review, Tar River Poetry, Blueline, The Prose Poem Project, and The Centrifugal Eye, among others. Her recent collections include As the Crows Flies (Foothills Publishing, 2008), Within Reach, (Cherry Grove Collections, 2010), and prose chapbook Between Worlds (Foothills Publishing, October 2012). She is Writer-in-Residence and Director of the Visual and Performing Arts Minor program at St. John Fisher College, Rochester, NY.