last night off to bed
I threw the switch
to kill the light
and, as if I’d thrown
the breaker of the universe,
every light was doused
every light below beyond
above behind
was dead
except the one inside
my head

the window didn’t show
the steadfast street-lamp’s
amber glow, the lantern stars
of town below,
always lit at night
were gone, the range clock light
didn’t blink, the red dot toaster
LED was fully bled

so there we were myself and me
power out in deepest night instead
still seeing, still being
by the light inside
my head

Jim Culleny