Poem: "A Night Without the Internet"

By Sandra Allen

I didn't hear the doorbell. I must have been asleep.
I didn't get my package and it almost made me weep.
The box contained my modem. Connectivity was lost.

No Facebook to check on. No emails could I see.
I couldn't even go and find my favorites on TV.
My website unattended. And Pinterest ignored.
How am I supposed to deal with not checking my board?

The world I knew was over. My evening was doomed.
Surely nothing good could come when tragedy loomed.
Something snapped inside of me. And I remembered that.
I could do some other things and that is when I sat.

I worked offline for hours. Organizing was a dream.
And then I got up off my butt and was my kitchen clean!
I listened to the radio. I began a brand new book.
I took to fabric thread and yarn and even grabbed a hook.

The cat just loved the time I had. To pay attention due.
And without the TV blaring we slept much better, too.
The modem will be here today. And Ill be back on line.
No TV for the summer but with Netflix I'll be fine.

I told Comcast "You're Fired". An epic day for me.
But this uncoupled 24 has plainly made me see.
That I can still remember. What life was like back when.
The things I thought I'd die without were silly even then.

So now the internet is back. And I am back on line.
But good or bad I proudly say that I survived just fine.