poetry by j matthew waters

breaking bread on a sunday evening

don’t lose faith she said
[one of her favorite things to say]
your time will come
just you wait and see

to be honest I wasn’t
looking for any time
but I must confess
a little space would do
perhaps a cottage
on the edge of town
or houseboat on the cedar

they’ll be no fishing tomorrow
she reminded me
[and I assented silently]
what with the moon hiding
and the river rising

and so for another night
supper will be limited
a slice of bread lightly toasted
and a glass or two
of monastery wine

march two thousand nineteen
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