No Regret

is this long repeating talk of robins in dogwood enough

he thinks the sound of it is more than enough to echo

into the hollow of his soul it is more than sweet enough

to end this very moment

reasonless the wind saws away in pine taller than the sun

it is caught up in long branches torn

in the back and forth of sawdust clouds

it blinds one eye

you still see it for everything it is

it celebrates his sightlessness like some drunken actor

singing an ancient Irish song

in a dark and

vacant hall

and more than morning robins calling to each other

more than the hollow persistent drum inside of him

more than the word of her that lingers like

a combing breeze in long fields of lavender

when every sound somehow becomes one

he retreats to his pleasing emptiness

with little more than

no regret

JPPestana

No Regret

May 31, 2023