Step on a Crack, Break Your Mother's Back

Gentle sunshine after heavy rain
Warm breezes and birdsong
the streets carpeted with fallen leaves
The hard edges softened
The silence falls like a blanket

What's left over when the router room floods
No internet
No phone
everything's right here
right now
the people around you
and yourself

What's left when the water recedes
and the world comes flooding back in?

What's hidden by the soft sunny days?