Without leaving home
I have traveled—watching white sails
hooked by a lee wind
A matter of geometry—what lies
entwined the anchor &
its rope attached to caution
Three days gone, the deer’scarcass disappears bit by bit–
its rib cage exposed in this
least-winter light– gleamingwithin its chest like a stop-
watch, a sharp-shinned
hawk sits– unmoved bythe hum of traffic, looking
like radar, causing us
to slow down.
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. Recent chapbook is As the Crows Flies (Foothills Publishing, 2008) and second full length collection, Within Reach, (Cherry Grove Collections, 2010); Forthcoming prose chapbook Between Worlds (Foothills Publishing) She is Writer-in-Residence and Director of the Visual and Performing Arts Minor program at St. John Fisher College, Rochester, NY.
Your writing is always a pleasure to read. Enjoyed the imagery and meaning behind both poems.