Incomprehensible

This life wherein i dwell

is a story hard to tell.

It is different from yours,

like waves on different shores.

The universe i am in

doesn’t have a place or when.

It is an eternity

with different memory.

I live in wonder and awe

in which questions seem to gnaw.

You may not understand

an elf in a magic land.

How can i ever tell you

the things my poems try to?

Walt Abbott–7-4-2010