Hatagoya's Desk

Sunday, November 18, 2018

At the Edge of Sight
~ Old Quebec City

by M.J. Iuppa

Where sky meets water, blue
mountains rise— moving
across the horizon in shifting
clouds that curve into fortress
walls— mortar made to keep
this old French city contained
in its glass globe.

A ray of light catches fire
on the cathedral’s steeple.
A gray pigeon flies under eaves.
A man stomps his boots before
opening the heavy door
to morning prayers. . . .

And, your cupped hands
shake—unable to control this
universe—it snows, and snows,
and snows.

3 comments:

Unknown said...

This is so lovely,,it is my dream to visit Quebec such a beautiful historical town ,, multicultural
Thank you for beauty of your pen

M.J.Iuppa said...

Thank you! I was admiring your recent offerings here too. I love your haiku.
<3

M.J.Iuppa said...

Thank you! I was admiring your recent offerings here too. I love your haiku.
<3

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