A sequence of haikus inspired by a series of black outs

There are more shadows in an unlit home than in the whole sky at night.

There are more dark steps
between two familiar rooms
than in midnight's blaze.

The electric home
slings its rays all the way to
the shivering grass.

A home of black air
draws the glister of the stars
into its bosom.

And so we are taught;
what is concealed by the light
is revealed in darkness.