Katrinka Moore

Upon Waking


Some spirited particles take wing

won’t come back can’t


no matter how we sing out cry


Others try to make up the absence

but miss the ones that have gone



Drawn into the dew the air they call back

were always with us as it turns out entangled


so the wrenching has a purpose

dissolves a boundary that isn’t there



Heartened I’m here intact lie

beside my love who’s still asleep

inside his own particles outside



Lovely in its way this pulse

behind the left ear whispering finity

whisper so thin it’s invisible

strong as a spiderweb We’re

all caught in it like moths

 

Counterpoint


He’s light as feathers


If the body came into being


but when he lights on the yet-to-flower

goldenrod


because of spirit


the tall soft stem curves down

to the ground


that is a marvel


He hangs on rides the arching

over


but if spirit came into being


then flies perches on a sky-high

limb


because of the body


sings a phrase over and over Takes

wing


that is a marvel of marvels




[italics are words attributed to Jesus in the Gospel of Thomas,

tr. Marvin Meyer and Elaine Pagles]


 

Katrinka Moore is the author of three books—Wayfarers, Numa, and Thief—and a chapbook, This is Not a Story, winner of the New Women’s Voices Prize. Her next book, Diminuendo, comes out this summer.