A hurricane knocked out our power once.
Those weeks I read by oil lamp, wrote till late,
and dreamed of Mary Wroth and Dickinson.
The smoke curled up and left a smear of soot.
At Verse Daily, there’s Susannah Nevison’s
Prisoners’ Parable of the Flood
I, even I, do bring a .flood of waters upon the earth. Gen. 6: 17
When the flood comes, we understand it
first with our mouths because we fill
Poets.org has “Electrons” by Ruth Madievsky: