Blackout

I sit in a blackout
What can I do
Wind is a howling
The rain's angry too

Windowsills rattle
High up on my floor
I live on the seventh
And hear every roar

I'm starting to find
A still quietness
Mixed with a thunder
Of solitudeness

I sit in a blackout
What will I do
I'll sit here and bask
In my gratitude

Bill MacEachern December 18, 2023