poetry by j matthew waters

anyone other than me

I could have been a taxi driver
picking up musicians from
Carnegie Hall

I could have been flipping a coin
dressed in zebra stripes
standing at the fifty-yard line on
Super Bowl Sunday

or just as easily stranded in Iowa City
waiting in line at Hamburg Inn No. 2

I could have been slam dunking
donuts into black coffee in
New York City like some beat cop
on Sunday morning

I could have been that priest
in the Exorcist novel
placing my hands on a child
and my faith in the Lord

I could have been a medic
or a mystic or a miracle worker
trapped inside any given war
these past thousands of years

or I could have been a starving child
looking for someone
like myself
to save me

january two thousand sixteen
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved

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19 thoughts on “anyone other than me

  1. Eyes + Words on said:

    This is great, loved listening as well

  2. tunisiajolyn84 on said:

    First poem I read on your blog and I love it!

  3. With my interest in refugees, I found this both moving and thought-provoking.

  4. what a wonderful poem !

  5. The end really brought it home for me… we are what we are… and so many things we could do if we really wanted.

  6. Your poetry just keeps getting better and better. Loved this one!

  7. denise0904 on said:

    All the things you could have been. What you are, is a poet with heart! Love this.

  8. denise0904 on said:

    you became a poet, best of all. love this.

  9. wow. somehow I missed the impact the first time around. (speed-reading not always a good thing!)

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