Whatever

see through these weakened moments 

a hope alive singularly burning barely surviving 

in creaking revolutions of shrinking 

mostly heavens or whatever

heavens of the kind bathed in promises unusual things

I remember holding them close to me

their soft breath more softness

scream then as loud as you feel 

herald the blossoms bright return 

both pale light and pale skies 

the quake of your vastness

and whatever you last told me

whenever I last 

was

JPPestana

Whatever

3.20.2024