poetry by j matthew waters

water in the pail

I’ve not walked on water for so long
I’m beginning to fear it may
never happen again

contemplating such improbabilities
I’m often carried back in time
becoming water in the pail
transported from the river to village

once among the populace
I’m both a god and commodity
bringing smiles to little ones’ faces
and comfort to the weary

but if I had a choice
I’d remain at the water’s edge
hoping for a chance to walk again

may two thousand nineteen
copyright j matthew waters
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