It’s happened before, it will happen again. 

I remember, with my house overrun 

with children, I’d cook at night

while the others slept, for the quiet

but also for the cool kitchen in daylight,

the trees surrounding that house 

helping. Only one room with ac

and no basement. All of us sleeping

in that one room on the floor. 

Praying the electricity stayed on

for the ice. Young with energy,

was I wild with love for those kids.

or did I just need to stay busy?