Not Sure

not sure these tears that arrive
from nowhere else mean anything
not sure they even belong to me
they come go easily enough
like friends once then unremembered
then there is the lone tear
crossing the territory of this aloneness
vast indistinct mapless
is this the mirage of the birth of I
I begin to cry as the lost child would
see the slow death of a horizon
not sure
sure

jppestana
Not Sure
6.28.2020

Awakened

On this morning
hummingbirds were in their nectar
before the sun
I cheerfully welcomed them.




jppestana
6.19.2020
Awakened

The Drum

a marching darkness

fell upon the land

the sun retreated

then surrendered

shadows ran from

themselves

only I

JP Pestana

The Drum

June 1, 2020