poetry by j matthew waters

submarine missile launch

I’ve got these ideas emerging out of
clear blue skies
only to submerge into a sea of self-doubt
never to resurface again

I miss those cumulus clouds feeding
my imagination with
elephants and dragons and banana splits
earthworms and day lilies and rainbow trout
little miss muffet seated at mushroom table
sharing crumpets and tea with
black widow spider

somehow I’ve learned to live
underwater with these man-made lungs
working on new ways to rewrite the past
and making myself new again

july two thousand eighteen
copyright j matthew waters
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