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
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