"Those were hard things for me to come by, and I offer them to you for what they may be worth." - Toby Wolff

Sunday, January 6, 2013

Power Failure

I can hear the rain
not in the natural
but through structure
not just being
but battering against
being known

I watch technology flicker
trying to bear up, a slipping grip
shivering response to sirens
and a quickening draft

There must be a puddle
in the street below
every tire makes a wet announcement
next door a baby cries

All of us wondering
none of us knowing
when our own devices
will be the light.