Fiat Nox Poem by Eleanor Zuercher

Our craving for light and certainty is such
That homes and streets and cities are submerged
In such a flood of light, that darkness is hard
To find, and urban glow, afflicts the night
For miles around with power enough to dim
Even the brightest stars and suns. And yet
However bright the lights, however fierce
The summer sun, we fumble in dark unknowing.
Our condition is to be benighted, blind.
In devouring knowledge, absolutes,
We forget that although, from a vantage point
On a good day we can see for miles,
In darkness, we can see for light years,
Perhaps to that moment of fiat lux.