Electricity’s Ghost [poema]

Where were you when the lines went down?

Errant energies linger
Like perfume gone rogue
In the eddies of the places you have passed
And me with my feet
In a bucket of saltwater

Is there anything more conductive?

I’ve taken your dead poetry
And built myself a dim fire
to enlighten this room
And to keep myself from being shocked
By anything I might have forgotten

Ashes make a poorer ground

Photo/Ray Larsen