Reading, under good light, maybe by a fireplace--if only I didn't fall asleep |
Readers were spoiled by
Incandescent lights, our vision
Seduced by its warmth, a
Strength of yellow, even
In winter it was more like
The congenial sun of summer
Than just light itself with
Balancing bluer hues, that
Colder clarity more suitable
To laboratories, factories, and
Morgues. It was no surprise
Then when the compact
Flourescent spirals which
Were far more efficient in
That they radiated less heat
And better light for reading
Were blessed by the government
To be the only light of the realm.
It was warmth that we sensed
At our ears when we nestled
In a high wingback, a book
In our hands, the light from
A tall floor lamp over our
Left shoulder, our legs wrapped
In a colorful Afghan, stretched
Leisurely to an ottoman, and
To top it off a light rain against
A nearby leaded glass window,
A fire in the fireplace, and
The dog asleep at the spark
Screen. That’s the image of
Warm incandescents no longer
Available to us unfortunate
Souls now required to buy
CFLs in six packs. We hunger
For that book-fire-dog scene
And we can’t get it anymore
Unless we pay through the snoot
At some black market, Craigslist
Or E-Bay. We’re left to violate
Our conservation principles
Or flounder helpless in the
Cold clear light of day. We
Could reduce animal fat to
Tallow and make our own
Candles but for a good hour’s
Reading who knows how
Much would that take? And
The suspicions raised by your
Asking neighbors at meetings
To save you their bacon grease,
Fatback trimmings, ham hocks?
They’d soon figure it out and
Report you to the feds for
Production of excess CO2
While reading. Would they
Sell you their carbon credits,
Or make you go to forced
Indoctrinations like “Reading
By Blue Light,” or “Confining
Reading to Daylight/Sunset
Hours Only”? I’m only kidding
Of course. Trying to amuse—
So you will regard me with
Sympathy when I knock on
Your back door with a gallon
Container and plead with you
For any dirty fryer oil you
Might want to be rid of.
c. J.S.Manista, 2016
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