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Across St. Martin Bay, a poem by M. J. Arcangelini












Across St. Martin Bay


M. J. Arcangelini



The two tall towers of the Mackinac Bridge

stand fuzzy, but visible, on the horizon line.


This first frosty morning of the season the

water appears still as a freeze frame, but that


will come later, with the snow, for now the 

motion across the surface of St. Martin Bay 


remains observable, a liquid shiver, anticipating

the cold which will soon convert it all to ice,


solid open space for snowmobiles and hockey

teams, where coyotes may consume their kills


in peace. In this shrinking meantime, on this

calm morning the water is a simple zen mantra


muttering itself to the gentle breeze, offering

peace to even the most troubled of souls,


if they will have it.








M. J. (Michael Joseph) Arcangelini’s work has been published in many magazines, online journals, and anthologies, the most recent of which is “Pawning My Sins” (Luchador Press, 2022) and “Fierce Kisses” (Squares & Rebels Press, 2024).