When all the noise,
The world quiets down,
And what’s left –
Glowing screen-lit eyes,
Face down.

When all apps are empty,
Scoured for every last little bit,
And we look up, and realise
What’s what,
The truth glares us back in the mind;
All online is empty.

Like followers of a false hope,
God and life digitised to 1s and 0s,
Those of us who have not battened down,

Find ourselves blown away,
Forgetting what it means
To be human, and swing
In the breeze of happenstance
And broken thoughts;
A life left hanging in the balance,
Waiting.