An Introspective | Josh Hatcher

i (train tracks)

Standing ankle deep

muddy boots,

by empty silent train tracks

underneath a dogwood,

blossoms like white cigar-smoke rings.

(Don’t worry: the lilies have clothes

and the birds have food.)

ii (bald spot)

Lying knee high

brown-grassy curtain,

atop my mountain perch,

Sun, behind his orange veil

perched on his own mountain,

underneath a yawny blue sky,

cloud trails like dying white cigar-smoke rings.

(Conscience is quiet behind gratification.)

iii (inside)

Crouching beside

crimson tinted heart,

inside my rib-caged chest.

Lungs filling thick with air,

slowly deflating flat,

stomach pumping full of bile.

long winded exhale blows white cigar-smoke rings.

(Sometimes one must test to make sure he is not what he hates.)

“An Introspective” is included in Josh Hatcher’s “Sawdust, Sweat, and the Millpond” available now at