Early morning sky, brimming effervesce, eager
to spill over into this hour’s quicksilver—
another day, calling …
I stare at myself
in the picture window’s reflection, slightly
startled by the ghost of me rising
in its slippery surface.
Sunlight bleaches memory.
— M.J. Iuppa, from “Early morning sky, brimming effervesce, eager,” Small Worlds Floating (Cherry Grove Collection, 2016)