After The Storm

Two nights after
The hurricane hit

The city still in a complete blackout

We laid down
With our backs
On the concrete sidewalk
And strummed guitars
And sang
While we stared up
At an immeasurable sky
Seeing thousands upon thousands
Of bright crystalline stars
Never visible to us before
From this neighborhood
In which we live

We were small as dust
The three of us

“Look. There’s the Milky Way...”
I told them
Pointing past the shadow
Of buildings
And telephone pole wires

“Is that the Big Dipper dad?”
My son asked

“Good job amigo!”

Music
Floated
From my daughter’s
Black guitar

Screw the spoiling food
In the silent refrigerator

I was content to be as
Small as dust