Unhindered (for Ruth Asawa)
by Kelly Cressio-Moeller
Pathways curling into curved meanders Exploring the subtle duality of space Chevron patterns neat as garden rows Bright with sleight of hand color tension Releasing shimmering optical vibrations A slender bend of industrial wire Heralding interlaced trumpets Blowing amber-glow tranquility And dandelion spore reflections Across ceiling, wall, and floor Tied-wire cartwheels Anchored from on high Awaiting our childhood monkey-bar swings From shadowed branch to shadowed branch A mystic woodland of our own Forms within forms Crocheted, cocooning teardrop wombs Nesting, resting within themselves Umbilical hourglasses connecting us all By a lifeline of elongated possibility and suspended joy A precise reticulation of roads Clean, clear, infinite Traveling heroic and unhindered Mapping the belief that: "A line can go anywhere"
The Floating Worldby Kelly Cressio-Moeller copyright 2009
I am still, a crucifix on the gurney. On the left, a nurse spears my darting vein, taking away my blood. On the right, another pushes fog through my bloodstream, taking away my pain. An instant swirling rush, recalling windswept leaves or the letting down of hair, and I escape into the floating world: a woodblock print. My hospital gown, a white silk kimono with wide diaphanous sleeves, dips into the river. I pass under the moon bridge CAT scan. Two golden koi race underwater, faster than the barbed stones that tear through my kidney, carving a print of their own.
I especially love this one. The imagery. The ending line. Everything : )
Beautiful! Am glad I was able to resurrect this “Floating World” poem for you so to speak. Wonderful irony. It is worth revisiting.
Tres tres bien, j’adore…