poetry by j matthew waters

age of aquarius

wherever I go I’m bound by water
whether rivers or lakes
streams or ponds
always near as I move
from place to place
following me like the pale moon

it’s as if I was born to dream
of rod and reel
license and stamp
walking along little mill
tackle box in hand
searching for that perfect pool
where freshwater trout
gather to stay cool

I’m told the age of aquarius
is subject to interpretation
though for some reason I believe
I’m alive in its midst
the month of march always
bringing me luck
while the constellation pisces
remains slightly out of reach

august two thousand nineteen
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