The Adirondack Review

For My Wedding

Try to manage the universe
from a diner booth
with teacups and cooled food
in a rocket of consciousness

hung under our galactic rim
twisting in its pulse
the pinwheeled star furnace
a drifting sea of billions

I travel over these wide oceans
scouring for a channel
some misty distant edge
to wrap around our being

the old gods were stars
each sunburst a cantilever
diamond edges knifing
birth, calamity, the seeds of renewal

what is bone and thought?
thoughts are fists on mountains.

for ages in the blistered stone
dark earth soaked around a ribbon
breathing an increase decrease
the great wet rhythm

those green banks pumping
people over cooking pots
dip loaved bread and brew beer
laughing with their earthy fruit

the ancient ones are fallen
leaving haunted continents
their sphinx and sand creations
stand beaten into windy pieces

but over meals and centuries
we’ve gathered and the same wind
roughs out a message for me
blown together in the soil of a woman

a river
green banked with birds in long grass
a channel poured in the sand of my desert
and you! my Egypt, rising against the sun.






Jesse Meeder
The St. Lawrence Book Award for a first collection of short stories or poems
The St. Lawrence Book Award for a first collection of short stories or poems
The St. Lawrence Book Award for a first collection of short stories or poemsThe St. Lawrence Book Award for a first collection of short stories or poemsThe St. Lawrence Book Award for a first collection of short stories or poems
The St. Lawrence Book Award for a first collection of short stories or poems
JESSE MEEDER currently lives in Buffalo NY, where he writes and works with youth on the art and science of sustainable urban agriculture.  He received an undergraduate degree in English Language and Literature from Gordon College in Wenham, MA.