Poetry Book

Storms

There go the lights again
It was almost foolish
To think they'd last through the storms
Yet here I am
Waiting
In the dark

But after a while
Something seems off
Because the neighbor's lights are on
And they're dancing to music
We make eye contact through the window
But after only a moment
They turn and resume their dancing
So I sit
And wait
In the dark

Then I hear
Knocks from a stranger in the night
On my front door
I open it to no one
And nothing
But some wood
And some matches

I approach my fireplace
And make use of the tools
Someone so kindly provided for me
And I sit
Cozily waiting
In the light