His back was as crooked as a question mark,

doctor said “the braces would straighten him right out 

opening scene,  “Forrest Gump” sits on a bus stop 

offering his listeners a box of chocolate, as he tells his story

How green and plush everything was, 

green moss, green bushes and green

trees swollen in beauty 

afterall, what is destiny without 

a feather flying on a flimsy? And what is 

poetry without its breaking stance? 

I was green like that 

thought I was doing something 

by writing poetry, but all along 

these poems’ been writing me

all along,

straightening out my own stupidity 

just as crooked as crooked can be 

10,000 moments/ fat ones, skinny ones,

often loosely lopsided, 

catching buses,marching off to the wars inside my head 

“Run forest run”!!!! I may not have a Jenny, but momma loved me 

I may not have legs to run like Forrest ,but sooner or later 

these words will catch me. 

Catch me a sunset 

wrestle awhile with God 

don’t let go, til you hollow 

out – a walk for me to follow 

the angels braid my hair in my dreams

cherry blossoms, floating lily pads downstream

and I take a deep breath 

and breathe 

and breathe 

and breathe 

and breath  Poet Krissy Mosley 2022