Sleepwalking in the Season of Wind by M.J. Iuppa

A mind unwinds in sleep, unwinds in this

wind’s howl of affliction, of drawn-out

anguish that extinguishes one’s candle-

light under its tongue— without speaking, 

it’s sung—like the rise & dip of oars 

pulling through water—little gasps

of air, of not breathing— then, a hitch 

of one’s undoing—confessing 

everything to darkness and a far-flung sea.

M.J. Iuppa ‘s fourth poetry collection is This Thirst (Kelsay Books, 2017).  For the past 30 years, she has lived on a small farm near the shores of Lake Ontario. Check out her blog: mjiuppa.blogspot.com for her musings on writing, sustainability & life’s stew.