Blackout 2010

Dark clamps shut like a bear trap on the east coast.

I can’t see my feet

or hands in front of my face

before moonrise in this blackout.

Like water in a sinking ship, 

black fills up Stella Maris House,

I feel my way out 

the back door.

I can’t see the ocean 

drumming the ground, 

the house shakes, 

my body quakes.

A lone sentry on the shore, 

I’m blind under a feast of stars 

without a moon,

I look north towards the city

I can’t see

New York City.

nothing’s there.

The dark

empties me.

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Date Published: November 1, 2018