poetry by j matthew waters

lifting up the blinds

there is an undefinable sweetness
lingering in my mind
leaving me curious as to whether
I may be dead or alive

I’ve been walking in a fog now
for nearly a fortnight
kicking the dirt beneath my feet
wondering if it’s the very earth
I was miraculously born into

there’s no need to worry
or so say the angels in the field
shadowing flock beneath their wings
guiding them toward shelter

sooner or later morning fog will clear
burned away by memories
past and present and future

august two thousand eighteen
copyright j matthew waters
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5 thoughts on “lifting up the blinds

  1. Another brilliant poem, J. And I just LOVE the word “fortnight.” Makes me giddy. 🙂

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