poetry by j matthew waters

waiting to be born again

she bent over and whispered into my ear
and I heard every single word she said
but I did not move and barely breathed

it was as if I was trapped in a daydream
and every single person I ever knew
walked past me as I lay dying

there was so much work left to be done
unfinished landscapes and hidden rainbows
manicures and photographs
dusty bookshelves and unlit candles

holograms and talismans dangled before me
like a mobile swaying above a bassinet
and then I realized this was not a dream
but rather I was being drawn
back inside of her

june two thousand sixteen
copyright j matthew waters
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5 thoughts on “waiting to be born again

  1. An excellent poem – your metaphor works extremely well.

  2. fabulous and then some…

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