Engulfed in blackness,
split only by lightning,
like a ripping of reality,
and the rumble of repair.
As the storm passes
despite the destruction of
sparking power lines
my mind is fully powered.
Stars emerge from light pollution,
not seen for many years,
my hand waved in front of my face,
unseen in the dark house.
Nocturnal communal,
as words and thoughts
circulate in the darkness,
swirling into a minds light.
A candle ignites on its own,
blue static sparks arc,
as power restarts,
a collective breath, taken.
But the stars are humbled
by electrics bright,
and thoughts freed in the dark,
once more trapped in the light.