poetry by j matthew waters

revisiting the past

I can’t expect to pretend
anymore the writing
is on the wall
—the writing wall
revealing all that is real
& what is false
standing before it
I am there among thousands
reading & nodding
rereading & shaking my head

the crowds come & go
like swarms of locusts
taking me off my feet
carrying me to the next exhibit
maybe another wall
or a grotto or a cavern
speaking to me
this time via images & symbols
that I have likely
seen before

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

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