poetry by j matthew waters

emerald green are the waters

jesus wasn’t with us that day
we caught all the shrimp
he was inland teaching the little ones
how to set their sights

the wind was friendly that day
and by the time we pulled in
the sublime sun reflected off
limp sails onto gentle wakes

in the evening we all gathered
eating and drinking and listening
to all the old stories
the ones certain to be retold and
rewritten for centuries to come

Photograph by Catherine Grosskopf (click to enlarge)

june two thousand sixteen
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved

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