The no voltage poems 5 of 5. Little darlin

my little darlin

the rain has knocked out the power

knocked down the cell tower

i pull on a string to

pull my garage door open and

the string breaks in my hands

it breaks it my hands

so in the darkness

you occupy my mind

you don't need light to do it

through the pores of my skin

you seep through it

i see the branches torn

and returned to the ground

the smell of gasoline floats through the air

between the vibrations of chainsaws

neighbors talking about the weather 

you would think they have more in common

people in elevators talk about the weather

i wish i could put my hands on you

and heal you

but that distinction was held long ago

and i'd probably have to heal myself

before i could heal muscle and bone

then moving on to stage fours

seventy one year old men unable to walk

all i have is powerful prayer

the healing of the spirit before the body

little darlin did i get off the path

you know i can change subjects

quicker than i can change the paper towels

i sit here amongst the ripped 

 i wish i could shred the distance and

find my electricity again

Reviews

[Marie Harrison]

Wow I have burn out just reading this poem.
How can we be someone's electricity, when we're
Only flesh and bone as all people are.
I can't imagine how hard it is to
Visit and assist spiritually
The ill and the dying.
Hats off to your poem
and your profession.
I don't think I could
have the strength.