Krista Moore: More Writing

KRISTA MOORE

More Writing

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TENDING MY GARDEN

Tending my garden

Has its fruits

But mostly

Dry earth quaking for nourishment

Tilling the soil like my ancestors

Groveling for uncertainties

Posturing then getting down on my knees

It is fruit

But bare with me

It needs new earth to see.

I pull it up from under the weeds

And save the little crawling things that dwell underneath

I salvage what I can from the weeds

And find one small flower struggling to see

I admire the empty space I made around it

New eyes to see

Beauty in simplicity

With a few small efforts on my part

Guarded for eternity.

Sister of Mine

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Remember what it feels like to just look forward, to be?

So free, so magical, so me

This other imposter

isn't me

Who are you?

when I speak of you, who is this person that I long to meet

that I would go out of my head for?

This person is a door

is a plane is a ticket is a sea

this person is me

I like her well

This creature in the sea

who crosses ocean galaxies afar

is she boundless?

yes

is she forever what for

I am that too

What for when am I to do

alone here in this place a disgrace

a mother of two

a wife and fighter

a lover and striver

what on earth for

am I to do?

I want you this place

this land of disgrace this

monkeybrain clandestine trance

this lover fever dance this zoo

what forever on earth for am I to do

with you

This monkeybrain child woman trance

this feverish isolation tank dance

This doesn't fit in here

but is syrupy sweet

a delectable treat is

feverish dying and at

peace

Wake up sister

Why am I sleeping?

so gratefully after a long

long slumber and climb

I am tired of all the hurtful climb

I am tired all the time

I want you to come rescue me

Sister of Mine

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From "The Snow Dream"

A valley is a dip

In the peak

But no one knows

How high they still are

They see no snow

They think the higher

They go the hotter

But it is not true

The hardest places to

Melt are still up there

The trees below

are dripping wet

There is so much
snow

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"Declaration"

I am here to grab you

I am here to whip you into shape

I am here to rise you up

To wake myself up

To share in the laugh of that

In the beauty of that

To hold that up so other people can hear that

And want that

And have faith in that

And cry and just want to die for that

And that's what they want

And that's what I want

And that's what I'm here for

And I won't settle for anything less than that

Because that is what it is

There's nothing else that's worth anything at all

Not a goddamn thing