Dear Incomprehension Poem by Warren Falcon

"Visible truth is the apprehension of the absolute condition of present things." - Herman Melville

for Robert Creeley


Dear Incomprehension


blossoms perform for eyes

conform trees toward affinities

for seasons


rooted they are

and remain in place

are places without

envy of motion they

even fall or parts do

which does not

surprise the sky

or dirt


all hurt seems born

to every option

seems to some how

know every plot


then dies into the

liminal-being-animal

in the end sluffing

the body all that was/is

for me endlessly sluffing

skin cell by skin cell

behind - blind - beneath

the ridge the high pass


late repast for worms

scattered by storms


At last unseen