poetry by j matthew waters

seeing through things

it’s sunday evening and I’m starting
to see through things
much like I did when I was child

it’s cool and clear and the open air
is filled with electricity
rifling through my quiet complexity

I’ve kept to myself throughout this day
yet I’ve been everywhere
picking and choosing points in between

though there’s nobody remotely near
I can feel your company
your eyes penetrating right through me

october two thousand nineteen
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2 thoughts on “seeing through things

  1. This is a little spooky. But, it looks like the poet feels the presence of a loved one

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