LIGHT POEMS


Love with the Lights Out

for Cheryl

Naked in darkness
we find each other by feel.
This must be what the
ancients did on winter
nights when their
knowledge of God was
aborning, when they
cherished by instinct alone.
We touch gingerly at
first. We respect the
aged, workable rites.


Daylight Savings Semiotics

This morning
I woke up one hour earlier
than I woke up.
This is not a koan.
This is government.
The light outside
seems to be the same light.
The noise in
my head is the same noise.
But there are
fewer birds at the feeder.
I try not to take this
as a bad sign.


The Speed of Light May Have Changed

- headline, August 16, 2001
It happened while we were sleeping.
The dogs started barking.
The stars were flummoxed,
weakened already by lack of interest.
All the time we've invested
was my first thought.
And poor Albert Einstein, his face now
in ads for milk or the internet,
turning in his grave like
windwaved flame. It would have been
easier, in the long run if that still counts,
if we gave up on gravity,
perhaps, or love, or the worthless and
irresponsible syncopation of poetry.


Lightshinesalvation

Peel of the sky
lighten my mood
if only temporarily
at least that O
my fractious and
perdurable God.

Corey Mesler

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