Chance Solitude


wind has downed a tree

clipped a power line

left our home drenched

in rustic darkness

and we, silenced by

chance solitude seeping

around our lives like lava

read by lamplight, play games

on our smartphones


if we were younger

we might use this occasion

to revive mysteries of

faith, touch, and feeling

but we have lived together

a long time now; little

is left unsaid, undone,