Maybe Down the Road

between placitas

and santa fe

sweet clouds fall

from the sky

flutter

land in

snow

maybe feeling sees me

beyond my senses

maybe it's just

algodones

my eyes wander

first in desolation

return only

with small treasures

pleasure of a smooth

stone bleached

bone

then maybe see

some odd dawn

of timeless light

unearthly arousal

surrender of

all kinds

then

lingering

stillness

is this child awakened

a late celebration

scarred heart

worried words

soaring song

maybe it’s the raven's tree

hidden in the pitch

darkened in the wind

trembling like an unsteady hand

drunken

with pen

jppestana 1.23.2017