Kairos - For Spicer Who 'told Me Not' Poem by Warren Falcon

one will not win readers by cursing
the darkness

that's already in the canon

too many ears ache hurt from such an

age's lost ability to hear beyond crash

nor sit still long enough to see
what sun may rise

even that belief,

'S-U-N-R-I-S-E'

is failing



stars are falling

raging ones

gaze at themselves alone
bereft of capacities to

gaze for or
even

toward
an other



one cannot reify thunder

selves ARE

redundantly so



so

so many pages torn out
a pear tree forgets only itself as
an audacity

limbs recall themselves

appear to reach

one cannot see them
reaching

they may be silent but
we cannot know that toward
later sweetness they yearn
then seed a still dirt around

content to lie down
the idea of 'pear tree' reduces
to all sparks

yet

no illusion of darkness
hastens the pear

But O it tastes


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'Kairos is the passing moment in which something happens as the time unfolds...it is a small window of becoming and opportunity. One of the origins of the word comes from shepherds watching the stars. As the night progresses and the stars turn in the sky, they appear to rise and then fall against the horizon. The moment when a star has reached its apogee and appears to change direction from ascending to descending is its kairos.' -Corrigall, J, Payne, H, Wilkinson,
H (eds) , About A Body,2006: pg.201