poetry by j matthew waters

circling back to earth

how many moods can I assimilate
on my own
brought on by perfect moon-like circles
floating freely overhead
or succumbing to the laws of gravity

real or imaginary clinicians
challenge me to interpret the moods
though they’re the ones
lying flat on their backs
pondering my questions as I sit upright
legs crossed and face

let’s get back to the circles I say
but nobody is listening
and I find myself freely on my own
just like it was in the beginning
questioning nothing
and taking in everything
as if I was preparing to be born

december two thousand nineteen
copyright j matthew waters
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