In The Dark Poem by Theresa Ann Moore

It is early morning and the power is out…
It will be very difficult to get ready without.
What time is it? The red numerals are dead.
By flashlight beams my watch reveals dread.

The rush is on; there is a schedule I must meet.
A dash, a splash… careful don’t miss the toilet seat.
Dress and hope that garment colors don’t clash.
Tags identify back from front to avoid mishmash.

Run a comb through your untamed curly hair.
Now for make-up, it is on the dresser everywhere.
Prep the canvas with a light powder and a puff.
Now a little cheek color with a smidgen of blush.

The shapes of tubes, pencils, and brushes guide.
With sightless memory, each accent is applied.
The morning routine has been confidently done.
Put on a coat and grab a granola bar on the run.

Hop in the car, and glance into the rearview mirror.
Turn on the dome light to make your image clearer.
Pale rose petals paint my under eyes. What a revealer!
Horrifyingly, my lips have disappeared with concealer.