poetry by j matthew waters

on the shortest day of the year

I fell in the dark
awakened by a dream
& I crawled on my knees
coming up empty
in search of a safe haven

I’d been here before
helpless & nearly breathless
the watch on my wrist
completely useless

this time will be different
isn’t that what they
always say
free falling deeper into the pit
arms swinging
upwards & wildly

april two thousand twenty-two
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2 thoughts on “on the shortest day of the year

  1. Love this one, John!

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