Maybe Spain

beside myself
I want to believe
there is something 
before or after
or more in
the in between
the sharp edges
I say we are in the same place
with different names
for the moment I am spain
broken strings of the guitarra
a flamenco stomping in the flames
of an unsung sun burning itself out
burning away the last shade of day
sparks of darkness
I am here no less broken than you
our pieces strewn across the years
hidden lost in lost places
we curse what we lose
there is no other way
I am no less whole than I have ever been
and none of it less so
when the trembling earth
spins its crazy ways
and we fall from its face
amateurs in costume
scorched in a
strumming
dance

jppestana december 20, 2016