all while playing the piano
down below there’s a load in the wash
colors mixed in with black and whites
singing & circulating & commingling
absolving past stains en masse
out in the backyard pool
babies swim beneath the surface
as if they were born there
their mothers silently motioning
communicating via hand signals
thousands of feet higher and higher
humans fly like vertical rockets
relearning how to breathe
inevitably breaking the sound barrier
march two thousand twenty
copyright j matthew waters
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You are rocketing!
Thanks Lara/Trace
There is so much going on in the world. It’s a lot to take in. But we people will take it in and rocket to the moon! Haha. Great poem!
Hey, thanks so much for visiting and commenting on this one.