What woke me this morning wasn’t the robin in
the crabapple, its insistent summons of sweet-sweet-low,
or the steamy gush of the coffee dripping to its brim,
or the phone’s set ring tone of Custer’s cavalry
charge; and it certainly wasn’t my mother singing, rise
and shine, rise and shine, with a side of bacon
and brown toast—no, no, that wasn’t what woke me;
it was the eerie silence in our bedroom, the absence of
you fast asleep next to me—my groggy eyes trying
to shake the sleep that eluded me for most of the night
as I felt your side of the bed and found that it was cold, so
utterly cold, that I knew it was time to get up.
M. J. Iuppa lives on Red Rooster Farm near the shores of Lake Ontario. Most recent poems, lyric essays and fictions have appeared in the following journals: Poppy Road Review, Black Poppy Review, Writers Rising Up’s 2015 Digging to the Roots Poetry Anthology Calendar, Ealain, Poetry Pacific, Snow Jewel, 100 Word Story, Avocet, Eunoia Review, Festival Writer, Silver Birch Press’s Where I Live anthology, Turtle Island Quarterly, Wild Quarterly, Boyne Berries (Ireland), The Lake (UK), Punchnel’s, Camroc Press Review, Tar River Poetry, Corvus Review, Clementine Poetry Journal, Postcard Poems and Prose, among others. She is the Director of the Visual and Performing Arts Minor Program at St. John Fisher College. You can follow her musings on art, writing and sustainability at http://mjiuppa.blogspot.com.