Good News!

red light in green row
not a harbinger of good
brings words “no signal.”

That sinking feeling
in the pit of the being
warns of disaster…
threatening isolation.

Wait for the agent
always seems like forever,
breath held in hostage
fearing the admonition:
you’re sure its plugged in?

Will I understand
all the agent’s instructions
and know what to do–
be familiar with lingo
and names of the parts?
Remember passwords and such?

The relief is unequaled
when the good news comes…
that the signal is strong now
the lights are all green!
Yahoo and Google are back…
blogger pals await–
all is well in cyberspace!

© Sometimes, 2016