Looking at the spoils of winter, the soggy
garden is a king-size waterbed that ripples
in the weight of my steps, I hesitate in
the thick slick of mud that covers my boots
and wonder if I’m stuck here—another
season about to begin out of spite.
What to do? Turn and look over my shoulder?
For god’s sake, do not leave me— I think
I am a pillar of salt.
I am terrified by what I see all around me—
the misery of devastation— this profound
mess that has become my bed.
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.