poetry by j matthew waters

After the implosion

Don’t build a wall around your own suffering,
it may devour you from the inside.

— Frida Kahlo

I left the spade in the garden
jammed into the earth five days ago

It may be buried by now
for all I know
or it may have become uprooted
and sailed away with the wind

I don’t live in Kansas anymore
in fact I’m not quite sure where I am
some days it feels like somewhere
in the middle of Peloponnese
others in the heart of Sanremo

I’m finding getting to know
my new surroundings
to be a bit of a challenge
but I’ve committed myself
to make it work in the long run
having collapsed
all the walls around me

july two thousand twenty-two
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved

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