Volunteers

Volunteers were summoned
To bring water and supplies
To the folks in darkened buildings
Since Con Edison's demise.

With their backpacks fully loaded,
They trudged up the pitch-black stairs,
Lugging food and drink but even more -
The fact that someone cares.

For some people who were stranded,
Sitting lonely, in the dark,
Such a visit must have seemed to be
A very welcome spark.

Reaching out to help another
In a time of great distress
Is what elevates existence
And brings order to a mess.

So hats off to all the helpers
Who gave heart and soul and time,
For I'm sure they must be glowing
Though still aching from the climb!