Power’s off
a poem about PG&E’s decision to shut off power to hundreds of thousands of homes in northern California.
We have no power
in our town –
no water from the well,
no lights,
no toilets,
no refrigerator,
no stove.
The inconvenience
goes on and on.
But neither are
there tankers in the sky
or toxic smoke and embers
erupting from wildfire tornadoes
creating their own weather
like a surprise from hell,
no to-go bags in the car,
or worries that we won’t
get out in time.
So, I could not be more grateful
for the blue sky,
for a quiet day that isn’t
like the last one
for a California town
as the winds pick up.
