Power Outage

I instinctively pull the chain

During the power outage

Because it hasn’t sunk in,

No juice for the light,

Or the lifeless laptop.

I struggle with the weight of pen on paper,

Writing words by hand when I rarely write checks.

Candles and oil lamps in the back of my mind long ago

When snow storms took down power lines

In the country of my youth.

But this is 2021 where wildfires,

Drought and high winds strike terror

More than I ever saw on a snow day.

Without music in the dim light I struggle

With the weight of pen on paper.

How can I be expected to write poetry

In this eerie calm?

(There was a 5-hour power outage in Sacramento yesterday–high winds. )

Published by 67steffen

My labels: grandfather, father, veteran, writer, poet, photographer and dreamer in pursuit of the meaning of life. Getting close, although I'm running out of time--probably why I'm so close.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: