Riddle Poem by Percy Dovetonsils

A nun in a hood,
A jack in the pulpit,
An orchid.

I've seen thousands of you
Yet when I try to picture you
-a slit, a trench, a pear,
a hot-crossed bun-
I can't quite see you
at the apex
of your arch,
in the bow
of your boat.

Mysterious, sacred,
involuted, labyrinthine,
a cave, a cavern,
a well
of darkness
redolent of
fertile, moist, soil.

A promise
of desire
gratified,
of futures
fulfilled
and solitudes
escaped.

You haunt me
daily, hourly,
minutely, secondly,
firstly.

Though I might see you
you are invisible.

Though I might feel you
you are untouchable.

Though I might learn you
you are unknowable.