poetry by j matthew waters

ever since I was young

there is much to remember and so much
more to forget
how we pick and choose what we will
butterflies in nets and fireflies
in mason jars
making sure they breathe
long enough to remember
this is only the beginning

old photograph in hand
it’s as if it was yesterday all over again
a moment in time immeasurable
in any earthly language
especially when considering
today might possibly be
the start of something beautiful

I’ve been here so many times
I’ve lost count
each time seemingly starting from scratch
a stark reminder the past
builds upon the past
while the present builds upon

november two thousand nineteen
copyright j matthew waters
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