The light

 It's dark.

The wind howls. 

A generator shrieks 

In the distance.

It's 3 am. 

We have no power. 

No electricity. 

Southern California Edison

Strikes again. 

I think of work. 

Where I have some power.

Just some.

I visited my program today. 

Well yesterday. 

To tell my clients

We are all one. 

I'm them, they're me. 

One light to shine. 

But there's no light here.

Like I said, it's 3 am. 

The neighborhood is dark.

I'll have to see the light

In my dreams.