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Try To Have A Good Night


The light bulb created convenience.
Turning on, turning off our world.
What if there were no switch.
The giant grid going out...
would sure be quite the hitch.


We, plunged into our darkness.
Would our hearts then, in turn,
turn heartless?


Doing more than we normally would
when no longer discovered by the light.
Its why I keep one small bulb shining on
all through the long long night?
And then the flag at my door?
For whatever reason(s) did He invent
incandescent bulbs for?


Was he thinking of safety? Or the reading of books?
Or the all-too-human need to peruse and admire (much longer) our looks?
Or of simply not bumping into walls. I wonder about his focus,
and if, back then, it had been that small,
his locus.
I wonder then, if we had little to fear
from our neighbors
at all?


Or did we?
Or do we,
now?


We might turn off the lights, to see.
(Instead.)
How ironic could one situation be?
Darkness reveals more
of the  truth
than the light.
So turn off the switch.
(in your head?)

Try to have a good night.



Copyright July 19 2012 All Rights Reserved by Author
Melissa A Howells
Meloo from her Tilt-a-World


P.S. Thinking forward to December 21, 2012..;
and all the doom-sayers
and the nay-sayers over the Mayan Calendar.
Really got me to thinking.
And of course there are those pesky solar flares
that could wipe out the grid...
or was the giant sun spots...I've forgotten.
Best to live in the present. Yes? Yes....





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