3:02

half awake

the half moon unlocks 

opens the mesa skies

faint lights of santa fe

ranges of mounting clouds

unpredictable howl yips

of the coyote

next to him

wild horses roam the pueblo

nourished by the moon 

in all of its moods

by the spiriting

miracle of

stars

from his window he knows better

the purity uncertainties

of an unwilling eternity 

so far 

out of 

reach

jppestana november 11, 2016