Let us now speak of The Gig of Light.
Let us speak as the buzz of bulbs, brilliantly or
vividly intoned as old-timers’ concert flashbacks.
Let our memoir-a-thon glitter and flit,
firefly in the face–vs–flash-in-the pan.
Let us speak long of The Gig of Light.
How we held the retina in a dazzle—
how we zapped the sun up for a second,
how we shocked with watts,
and perfect resolution.
Oh, The Gig of Light! The Gig of Light!
How we shimmered
aurora-like and arousing,
how we glowed
green-blue and crisp,
how we flickered
meaningfully or with menace—
How we streaked across the screen
and were seen no more.