Blackout today, on and off, on and off, I guess the electricity company upgrading somewhere.
On Saturday night blackout too. Me and my ma sit in we verandah because, for once, nobody ain’t switch on they generator.
The Foreignam Princess across the road ain’t at home to kill we with she squalling, bawling generator.
And I guess them neighbours to we right and to we south learn sense.
By the time they go downstairs, unlock door, go outside, open up generator room, rev up and start generator, lock up, go upstairs, sit down...the lights come on again. The last time I laugh at them Brazilian guys next door, they hear me.
Only the American lady to our left had lights…but her generator don't make even a hummmm, it quiet like cheese.
In the verandah, the breeze feel like cool, damp, black velvet on me skin.
The mosquitoes start up. That was the end of that; we come back into the house.
Only the crickets and the swish o’ cars on the main road we can hear. Even them dawgs stop they yapping.
I switch on we battery lamps. I want to read. I go to my room for my book, open my bedroom door.
A strange light in my room…a dull, silver glow, lighting a path through the east window, across my bed, to the floor.
On the edges of the light-path, I can see my bookshelf in the soft gloom, my guitar against the shelf, a chair with magazines, the clear plastic bins with craft.
I open the windows and the breeze lift them curtains and they start to dance.
And something inside me start to dance, a moon-breeze dance.
Don’t know when I ever see moonlight only in the dark...moonlight solo, no other light with it. Always some artificial light out there, erasing the light of the moon.
Maybe I use to see it when we use to get blackouts night after night, and maybe then I take it for granted. I don’t remember. This is the first time I seeing it, really seeing with all me soul.
Imagine, I think, I travel, climb Blue Moutain peak; I see ocean blue like the sky, and a building that look like sail boats, I admire marvelous fountains and paintings…
...Yet I had to come home, open a familiar, old door, look inside, to see this light that hide away, waiting for me to find it.
Blackout don't have to mean loss of consciousness...look within, look within, the moonlight say, look inside and you gon see.