Some Other Poem

this bareness of space

makes you vaguely undefined uncertain

it stretches out ahead to some sorry version

of eternity

you never a worrier worry now

the roadside sign broken down faded welcomes you with

a grin to the town of Creation

here (or so they claim) was the

birthplace of light

butterflies leaving their sleepy mountain trees pueblos

head north for the border

vacqueros ride under their cloaking wings

their graceful horses race thunder ahead of

the thought of starlight

monarchs stunningly drape the moon all moons

in beauty incomparable

along the way birds chirp their encouragement

you see a chickadee sitting sweetly

on a weakly swaying bough

when distracted by burning skies

floating ash of stars

silent cries

of a dying

night

JPPestana

Some Other Poem

2.14.2022