Waiting for You in Rain

All the rain I have dreamed,
   all of its steadiness, its down-

pour squeezed from swollen
   clouds sweeping low—rushing

quicksilver—a thousand pings
   of light, of dark water

trembling in its blunder—
   my words curl up like garden

snails balancing on blades
   of new grass.

I am upended—like a bucket
   waiting to be picked up by

you, who have wondered where
   I’ve been hiding, until now.

M. J. Iuppa’s fourth poetry collection is This Thirst (Kelsay Books, 2017). For the past 31 years, she has lived on a small farm near the shores of Lake Ontario. Check out her blog for her musings on writing, sustainability & life’s stew.

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2 Responses to Waiting for You in Rain

  1. sanjukta says:


  2. I love it. But why is it necessary to cut it up? Left as sentences it says the same thing. And I read it that way anyway. Personally, I’m against forcing a poetic structure on a posey just to call it poetry. Poetry doesn’t need to be in pieces to be beautiful or meaningful.

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