Tripped

Tripped

Stumbling in the darkness.

She turns on her hair dryer.
The house goes completely dark
as the circuit is tripped.
I sit in stillness for a moment
taking in the sudden silence,
then sigh and blink my way
along a shadowy corridor
until I find the garage.

She asks,
Can we have that fixed?
I don't respond.
She's probably forgotten
an electrician is coming tomorrow.

It's not her fault.
It's not my fault.
It's not even a big a deal.
It's a metaphor
for what happens
when anything becomes
overloaded.


Sometimes the best lighting of all is a power failure.
Douglas Coupland

Brian Mueller

Brian is a poet and graphic designer devoted to finding deeper meaning and beauty through living a spiritual life in community with others. He lives in Dayton, Ohio and practices writing poetry daily. Whenever possible he comes together with others seeking understanding through honesty and personal contemplation.

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