Blackout
You cannot breathe.
The quiet unnerves you.
The birds' chirping seem much louder than usual.
You are immobile.
You cannot do the laundry or vacuum
and even those that do not need power,
like watering the plants, fixing your space,
being kind.
You cannot because
there’s no electricity.
You try to be productive.
You look at the regular mop
You think about the dishes anyway, you still have water.
All the things you are supposed to do feel like a big effort.
You wait. Forever sets.
You think about loves, lives and a little about work
and how will you make do tonight
as the hot air sweeps in.
Perhaps with the doors and windows open, on the cold floor
praying for cooler temperatures when the sun sets.
You start thinking about what you can lie down on.
But you don’t get up to get the carpet.
Maybe you’ll wait for the power to come back.
There is conflict at the border.
Aeroplanes are flying overhead.
You think about the connection between the power outage
And the response to the conflict.
You spiral in the darkness.
And then the lights turn on.
You are elated! You announce to the world from your mobile!
You plug and charge your life supports
already in their power-saving mode.
For good measure, you turn on everything
checking that all rooms and corners are lit.
And after the glorious moments of hallelujahs
You turn the lights off and sit in the dark
because you do not like bright lights.
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