When the lights go out in your house
and you can’t even find a candle…
When yellow gas seeps under the door frame
and through the vents…
Hold steady and call on the Brilliant One
That light is brighter than the darkness
that hides in every corner and nook—
that causes you to crack your shins on furniture
and sparks to life the tormentors
who burn your bedroom to the ground.
It is stronger than the toxic agent
which clouds every room,
sends you seeking through the fug,
and makes you cough and choke
on your own vanity and greed.
When you know of your brightness,
of your strength and resilience,
your house lights again,
and that yellow gas, you realize,
is harmless as a dust mote.