Plain and Simple
Standing on our weather-beaten porch, I
close my eyes, for just a minute, before
I take another step that will set me in a direction
that’s plain and simple, going forward until I
find myself back here in this very spot, stopping
in this velvet dark & autumn chill to listen
to the sound of scattering leaves that is
the sound of hands clapping, clapping for
my close calls, for my death-defying
escapes—for me— still here.
M.J. Iuppa ‘s fourth poetry collection is This Thirst (Kelsay Books, 2017). For the past 29 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.

So evocative. Made me think of the times I stood on our porch in Vermont and watched the snowfall. Love the image of hands clapping.
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