Nothing Can Be Done - by M.J Iuppa

 

In the back yard, the paint-peeling gray barn with its swaybacked roof  

stands idle. Its center doors left open, letting the sun set on hay’s abundant  

dust. The sleek cat pauses to looks up & stare at something so small, few  

would notice its cosmic intention— how a speck could ignite quicker  

than a match . . . Sound of buzzing bottle flies . . . A voice calling out 

of earshot—Where are you really? I hesitate to answer for you, for me— 

we’re trapped in a logic that keeps us fooled year after year. We stay here, 

knowing nothing can be done, but what’s been done the day before.

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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,Digging to the Roots, 2015 Calendar, Ealain, Poetry Pacific Review, Grey Sparrow Press: Snow Jewel Anthology, 100 Word Story, Avocet, Eunoia Review, Festival Writer, Silver Birch Press: Where I Live Anthology,Turtle Island Quarterly, Wild Quarterly, Boyne Berries Magazine (Ireland), The Lake, (U.K.), Punchnel’s, Camroc Review, Tar River Poetry, Corvus Review, Clementine Poetry, Postcard Poetry & 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 on mjiuppa.blogspot.com.