Poem For Caravaggio - Contemplating 'Conversion On The Way To Damascus' At 4 A.M. Poem by Warren Falcon

In the shorter light,

in the extended night of
cold and star-bright questions,
may you cast

clumsy net forward
into what it all might mean
to fretted you,

to me, stretched
canvas, though I will
not thrust these

words upon your
paint or palette but
make offering for

your own work
to feed us through
the eyes;


perhaps time
to remount the horse
and soldier on,

or to fall again,
gain Damascus perspective,
from one's

back watch vision
distort massive
horse

into a God
receding
into

necessary
darkness
foregoing

image,


see what may form in the spreading dirt,

what resurrection there is in the smell of paint.