poetry by j matthew waters

exploring new worlds within

we had no idea how badly our
emotions would influence our purpose
fighting nature with claws
and gestures and innuendo
testing our character and inner fabric
as we sought to exploit
a newfound paradise

climbing virtual trees
we peered down from high above
emitting lowly pleas
to the gods that put us here
our intuitive cries going by unnoticed
fading in the frosty air
as dusk gives way to light

slinking back down to ground zero
we stride through
blades of the greenest grass
weighed down by lowly clouds
and morning dew
each bead a world unto itself
beckoning us to blindly explore

november two thousand fifteen
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved

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