The power has gone out
a pen and paper is all I have.
My phone is dead, so that’s out.
I am hungry, yet the toaster doesn’t work-no power
I feel like a coffee, yet the kettle has no charge.
So I kick start the gas-to boil some water
But the ignitor is not working.
I run for the matches.
One, two, three strikes and I’m out.
The matches won’t light, they must be wet, from the rain.
I try another box, and another, and another, and another…
The rain pours down outside.
I snap a shot or two, but the camera gets wet.
Steam rattles the pot lid,
Tink, tink, tink…
My coffee is hot, I add condensed milk-smooth and sweet.
It’s dark today, and it feels lifeless without the usual subtle sounds that electricity brings.
Now. To cook toast on my gas stove.