To my generation,
It is a dull utility,
As inevitable,
Ubiquitous,
And mundane
As water or air.
Its pylons and wires are ugly,
Its plugs tiresome,
Its failures infuriating,
Its fire risk frightening,
Its bills annoying,
And its power stations,
Monstrous symbols,
Of man-made climate change,
(Complete with Al Gore hurricanes
Coming from their stacks)
But try to see its magic.
Try to see it through the eyes
Of someone who has never known
Power that was invisible and weightless,
That could be transmitted miles through a slender wire
That can do almost anything,
From lighting to toasting,
From propulsion to music playing.
Two billion people
Alive today,
Have never turned on
A light switch.
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