Power & Light (Poem- Feb 9 PouncePunk Art Challenge)

How do you survive when the power goes out?

Thus: During the frigid night, I piled up every blanket I owned on the bed

While Miss P and I shared our warmth underneath.

The next morning my taxi driver knocked on my door unannounced

To buy us both breakfast in a restaurant that somehow had restored function.

When we returned home, I found someone had shoveled snow from my door.

Finally the electricity was restored. But I had learned that light

Does not depend on wires or current. It shines continuously and all around.

Power is not a utility; power is community. Thank you all for opening my eyes.

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