Strange White Light

A poem by Isabelle Sorrells


I had no idea what it was.

I saw it in the late hours of the night,

During those last moments of wakefulness

As I pulled the covers up for warmth and comfort.

I would move and it would spark in the black.

There and gone,

So fast I doubted if it was ever really there.

I thought I was going crazy,

I thought my eyes were failing me.

After a while, and no answer had come to mind

And it continued on,

I ignored it.

Until one night,

I realized,

Static Electricity.

I was making it

As I brushed my hand or foot or sock across the sheets.

I felt quite dumb just then

That it took me so long to figure it out.