I do have an idea what I’d like to do next week,
next year, next time there’s a solar flare immense enough
to rip through the Earth’s electromagnetic field.

I do have an idea what I’d like to do when the electric grid
electrocutes itself, cell towers scream, and my wine cellar
begins drinking itself to death.

And yes, I do have an idea, an idea among many ideas
that just may survive the question of how to survive.
Of how to cope. Of how to peel an orange in the dark,

or make small talk in a blacked-out bar
to a person who may or may not be a woman.
And I’ve also an idea that day itself is dark

for day is born to fade the way creation always does.
Which is why I hold to the idea of a winter’s night
when the moon will ascend into bed with me,

how I will share with the moon my radiant blue heat,
and the moon will share with me its dark craters
of light.

Published April 13, 2025

Ken Holland has been widely published in literary journals and nominated three times for the Pushcart Prize. He placed first in the 2022 New Ohio Review poetry contest and finalist in the 2024 Concrete Wolf Chapbook Prize. He lives in the mid-Hudson Valley of NY. More at kenhollandpoet.com

Kiko Bordeos (1982) was born and raised in Manila, Philippines. Kiko began painting and taking photographs when he moved to Queens, New York in 2002 at the age of 20. Mostly self-taught, Kiko also studied black and white photography at the International Center of Photography as well as collage and mixed media at the Art Students League in New York City.