Coming back – where the movement is stillness (pose)
chasing shadows -wanting nothing more than presence alone
wanting time… wanting time to think… wanting to breathe in
wanting hope, wanting our youth to survive …
Like flowing waters -wells that never run dry.
companions- posing,
coupled by pride and perfection
to hide against the cage we called home
and our home
built of bricks and bone
slab and muck, twigs of flesh (pose)
to live…
we just want to live.
kindness sister Krissy
after the madness of darkness
after the portals of shattered things
such as tattered lint falling, slowly into spring
hope is a mother’s touch, unable to hold her child
undefined hope has room to grow
knowing the love of a mother, her love is still there
Hope like a wounded bird, pecking its’ way, untapped,
through the holes of despair, pecking at daylight
pecking at the seam
breaking through norms of dying
undue the burden, somethings gotta give
cracking at the yoke- wide with wings,
feeling high in the moment , a gush, a rescued touch
the ebb of love-ones’ emerge
believing, even when I’m weak
there’s possibility~ kindness sister
while today is today, my mind might as well be a someday kinda brain, with all its’ trash-talking, ideas that be a load of crap in the morning, wannabe- hoping that its gonna be , and by then
I’m standing outside on checkered white curb,
with a muddy puddles of water
one-inch from my brown good-will suit.
On my way to the rest of my life
and a dark blue Sudan drives by
splashes rounds and rounds of puddles onto my good-clothes.
Now I’m heading home- telling myself
well’-there’s always tomorrow. 🙂
kindness sister Krissy
Krissy Mosley Ministries 