there's a phenomenon
which brings together
those who would ordinarily
hide
the sudden shut down of
every distraction, every
convenience, the hum of
power
they're in the yard now
is it just us, why is this
happening, when will it
end
I'm suddenly starving to
death, there wasn't enough
coffee, how long will this
last
the front rooms, illuminated,
dim then brighten with each
passing cloud, the air so very
still
an hour has passed & I am certain
this is the end, or the start of the
inevitable zombie apocalypse, send
help
the restoration of our lives, sanity
is estimated for later this evening
DAMMIT, I'll have to shower in the
dark