The Outlet is Crying

My window

collects condensation

where warm humidity

meets winter’s display,

but today

the outlet on the wall

also

had droplets,

around the socket–

those eyes

looked sad

about something,

so I started guessing:

the seasonal blues

an ache of some kind

a premonition of a power-losing storm;

or maybe it cried

about how I couldn’t know

what it could be sad about,

me,

who just plugs stuff into the wall

so it’ll work like magic

without asking

how the outlet’s day is

or what the weather’s like

where they are

but

I’ve never been good at small talk

so I’m sorry

for my ignorance

causing your crying–

don’t worry,

winter doesn’t last forever, here,

and before long

I’ll move on

too

and maybe the next occupant

of these walls

and this air

and these seasons

will remember to say thank you more

with their charging cords

running on tears from your walls.