An Original Poem

Sitting in a video conference classroom during a WAPA fail

As we stare at the TV screen,

The lights go dark.

WAPA is at work again!

Our class and our professor have disappeared.

In the 7pm darkness, we cannot see,

But we hear each other’s frustration.

Generators kick in and lights turn on.

Now we can see clearly,

That we still have no signal.

We wonder what St. Thomas is learning,

As we stare at the frozen screen with muttered curses:

“Far site disconnected.”

                               Arige Shrouf, 2015