Over Glory

Over Glory

In the arms of Georgia dreams
On red clay doors and wide hips
slip and pop in tiny- ash hands
under the dim sun, dreaming ghost
watermelon sandwiches and fire-water

Battle freedom for freedom
tins on kins – days on nights
and we wait, drying in the being free
praying in the kitchen sink
holding on breaking dreams

looking over glory- I’se turning
mustard seeds/ to be more than trees
more like men walking
more like glowing winds
more like storms bouldering over
these troubled rivers, of our lives – Krissy Mosley 2017