ON A CARDINAL CLIMBING DOWN A MANHOLE TO RESTORE POWER TO 400 HOMELESS PEOPLE

We were almost used

To living in the dark,

To being powerless,

That day you quietly

Pulled the lid off the sky

Of a world below

And snuck down, strange

Inside that stale air,

To flip the switch,

Subverting power structures,

Sparking gasps of joy

In us who could not pay

That suffocating debt,

Your dirtied hands declaring,

“Let there be light.”