The power has gone OFF
and I bless the dark
for the first time in this abode
No streetlights, sensor lights,
digital lights on microwave and power outlets
I want to write
I put my hand exactly on the box of matches
and by one's light,
find and light a candle
It is quiet
only the sound of rain, of wind
varied and dripping
I breathe and start to relax into the naturalness
and blow out the flame
How rare is this darkness here
I choose to savor
Ah - no 110/220 frequency
I start to breathe deeper
softer, expand
then I think of my neighbor on oxygen
I wonder if the phone lines also are down
Oh, sweet disconnect from the stimulus
Only the irregular pattern of the rain and runoff from the roof
Oh such calm
the changing intensity of rain and wind
such sweet joy
the power of the natural
and yes - it can destroy
WHAT DO I REALLY NEED?
I am smiling.


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