Luminous: All The World Electric

by Richard Paez

Here I am, in a state of sunshine:
where it’s never warm enough
for the rains I remember.

There you are, where the wind cuts
concrete, where the city rises –
luminous, winding, and empty.

And there they are: miles of copper
wire, radio waves, beating
hearts – all the world electric

arcing, flowing, connecting:

(And when will those winds
blow you towards me?)

(And who needs sunshine
when we burn like this?)

(And who needs rain
when we flow eternal?)

– flowing luminous –

all this time I’ve been waiting for god
to whisper your name in my ear,

and only now, with laughter on my lips
I realize: it’s up to me
to whisper your name in god’s:

And you: your voice,
your home-winds cut
by my lightning –

and me: anew,
in your warmth thawing –

and you: your voice
already cut into my skin,
like too much sunshine:

your laughter on my lips,
your laughter luminous,
makes all the world electric.


Posted on 01/28/2010
Copyright © 2023 Richard Paez

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Therese Elaine on 01/28/10 at 10:33 PM

Such a beautiful homage to tangible longing and desire, when that which has lain dormant suddenly awakens and once awake, must then be satisfied...I don't think there is a woman in the world who wouldn't wish to be the one to evoke such an emotive and visceral gift of tribute.

Posted by V. Blake on 01/28/10 at 11:22 PM

There's no shortage of clever wordplay in this one. Great write. :)

Posted by Rachel Bennett on 01/29/10 at 12:49 AM

This is stunning, especially the last two stanzas. Thank you for sharing!

Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 01/29/10 at 03:17 AM

Most excellent - such a fine balance here, a unique and satisfying back and forth. I love it all but especially "where the wind cuts concrete".. Thank you.

Posted by George Hoerner on 02/02/10 at 10:05 PM

"all the world electric arcing, flowing, connecting:" If it isn't fooling itself into the belief that it is connecting. We do that every day face to face and how much easier is it to do on 'facebook' or pathetic. How many have I been close enough to count capillaries or tease electrons and still neither has known "the other". Sorry, I just play the devil's advocute. I love the write.

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