Bang. Darkness. Death?
No such misfortune.
I step outside and find,
The power has gone out in the neighborhood.

I sit down on my stoop,
And experience the night at its darkest.
I can’t see the moon.
Whether it’s in shadow,
Or simply out of my view I know not,
But the stars,
The stars keep me company.
Have you ever seen the stars unimpeded?
We live in our own light,
And it reaches out and smothers them.
See them when our lights go out.

Darkness brings an unfamiliar,
But necessary perspective to humans.
It blinds us, makes us uncomfortable.
We shuffle around without our eyes,
Arms extended,
Trying to feel our way forward.
We fear the dark for it, we’re certain,
Holds unspeakable terrors.
And the slightest hint of light,
Draws us like moths,
As we struggle to reclaim the sight we’ve lost.
We trust our eyes too much,
Our other senses become neglected,
And overlooked because of our certainty in what we see.

It’s a weakness.

The familiar hum of machinery tickles my ears,
And the lights return to the neighborhood.
I rise from my contemplations,
And bid a goodnight to the stars.