GOD STOPS BY

Night Thoughts

"Float quietly, like angels winnowing by." F. W. Faber


In bed,

Jim Harrison novel

propped on my knees,

sexual desire

far away,

the house is quiet

as a cloud.

Outside I can just hear

the temperature

dropping.

God stops by

but I'm too tired

to get out of bed.

I hear his heavy

tread on the porch.

He loves me anyway,

and tonight

I almost understand that


Efflorescence

The spot where I disposed of the rotting

bird feeder is now a patch of

colorful flowering, a dumping ground

now made aware of perpetuity and grace.


After the Wreck

After the wreck

there is the desire

to hold each of you

and say, hey, it's

meet to share a space

with you. Everything

is just a little clearer,

a little brighter

around the edges.

And the headache that

began last night

lurches into today,

a toady, an excuse to

tremble. But, I do

not tremble.

I answer the thunder

with thunder.

I hug you all to my chest.

Near my heart,

that relentless epergne.


Corey Mesler

You may e-mail Corey at chmesler@earthlink.net>