The power went out about
thirty minutes ago and I’m
trying to think of something
to do. I’ve no candles and I
think of the hours spent in
storm cellars or in the hall
ways of elementary and
high school in Arkansas
during tornado warnings.
So I’m a little anxious. To
calm my nerves I decide
to seek out the slightest
bit of light coming in from
the window to write a poem.
