poetry by j matthew waters

in the end

here we are again flying against the wind
settled safely inside the saucer

we’re going thousands of miles per hour
strapped into our seats like babies

praying we’ll soon arrive at our destination
unharmed from the outside world

where to begin is the universal question
as if the moon & stars were always here

we marvel at the insects & birds & clouds
distractions from accomplishing our mission

where in the end we step out into this world
without bodysuits and without judgment
accepting the miraculous air without fear

june two thousand twenty
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved

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