Let there be light
not for the sake
of light itself
earth and stone
as light catchers
dissolving flesh
melting landscapes
oxidized in blood
but for those light
has ceased to touch
the sun adrift
in a fever dream
a battlefield
seen through
a gray window
by a bald man
with yellow eyes—
Let there be light
not for the sake
of light itself
the created world
as light-catcher
let light call forth
the dead
as stones
in our orchards
breakers
along our shore
as waves
breaking against
our nakedness
on a summer day
as what commands
light because
it wounds us
with its brilliance
This article appears in October 2015.
