poetry by j matthew waters

an ongoing occurrence

she shuffles her feet & reaches out
to be touched

suddenly she’s swept onto a wooden floor
repurposed from an early 19th century barn
torn apart by a hungry tornado
thrown onto the earth by an angry god

her hand meets another reaching forward
strong & invisible & pulling her in
light on her feet
her hips rotating counterclockwise

her out-of-body experience repeats
throughout the seasons
a herd of cows standing watch
behind an old wooden fence
repurposed from a late 17th century bridge

august two thousand twenty-one
copyright j matthew waters
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