poetry by j matthew waters


how can I be homesick
for a place I’ve not set foot upon
like a youngster
I sit & daydream of foreign lands
and open seas
convincing myself I’d been
there in another life
an eighth
or a quarter
or half a world away
the pull itself as familiar
as a knock on the door
at three o’clock in the morning

october two thousand twenty-two
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5 thoughts on “premonition

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  2. Well, I sit and dream of places I have not been, too:) It is good that we don’t go there as we may end up being disappointed by the reality.

  3. I’ve felt this way too.

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