poetry by j matthew waters

going nowhere fast

listen there is so much more to learn
before moving on to the next plane
but for some reason you’re stuck in a field of mud
not one soul within shouting distance

when the rains come you’ll be able
to make your way to a better place
but in the meantime there is so much to consider
now that you’ve scored more time

moving forward or back matters not
it’s the constant motioning you seek
as if you’ve acquired the wings of a hummingbird
now so very busy but going nowhere

march two thousand twenty-one
copyright j matthew waters
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