See how steady a drizzle of snow falls
when there is no wind.

O, quiet industry of weather,
here pyramids are built in a day.

Under a watermarked sky,
they rise within the space of breath.

in Ontario’s slow swells, loons

dive– resurface,

between forever and now.
I walk an icy path, hesitating–

if I knew what happens next,
I could give up.


M.J. Iuppa

About M.J. Iuppa

M.J.Iuppa lives on a small farm near the shores of Lake Ontario. Between Worlds is her most recent chapbook, featuring lyric essays, flash fiction and prose poems (Foothills Publishing, 2013). Recent poems, flash fictions, and essays in When Women Waken, Poppy Road Review, Wild: A Quarterly, Eunoia Review, Andrea Reads America, Canto, Grey Sparrow Journal, The Poetry Storehouse, Avocet, Right Hand Pointing, Tiny-lights, The Lake (U.K.), The Kentucky Review, and more. She is the Writer-in-Residence and Director of the Visual and Performing Arts Minor Program at St. John Fisher College. You can follow her musings on writing and creative sustainability on Red Rooster Farm on
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