When the power went out at 5 AM The Eggman crawled into bed with me.
The world was devoid of light in a way
Plunged into inky darkness
No nightlight
No soft filtering of the floods by the pool
Coming thru the slats of the blinds
What were we to do?
No light to crawl forth from bed
No TV to watch
No microwave, oven or toaster to make food with
Best not to open the freezer
We lay in the dark staring at the still ceiling fan
Listening to the dead silence
Watching shadows splay along the wall from a passing car
Like an alien floodlight passing through
Looking for someone to study
We lay there together
The Eggman Velcro’d to me against the dark
Thinking our twilight thoughts
Waiting for the coming of the light.
2 comments:
No power, especially in the neighborhood, can be a frightening time. We rely so heavily on it.
Nice poem. I like the imagery of the alien light probe. Very cool.
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