poetry by j matthew waters

no going back

there is no going back
I think to myself
sitting alone and staring out the bay window
as if I was under house arrest

outside it is very white
and very cold
and I would do anything to see
someone walk by with their dog
but it is too cold for that
it is too cold for even the mailman
to swing by I suppose

I meander to the back window and look
outside for signs of life

I squint at all the undressed trees
sticking out of the blinding white ground

show me a juvenile cardinal I say to myself
but there are no juvenile cardinals
to be found

I go into the kitchen and sit at the counter
open a can of nuts I had stashed
away months ago
muttering to myself
there is no going back

february two thousand fourteen
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13 thoughts on “no going back

  1. There was a blue jay in the snow here a couple of days ago. WE’re moving forward and it’s good. 🙂

  2. Lovely poem. I see the same scenery from outside my window. I think I did hear birds singing this morning 🙂

  3. Somehow “no going back” and “under house arrest” rhymes very well. They’re like sisters, almost.

    Another gem, J!

  4. cyberbonn on said:

    great post

  5. I can definitely relate to being under “house arrest.” And I don’t like the silence come morning! Is it too cold for even the birds to sing?

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