CHARGING; POEM.

My phone is only

At 36%

Which is far

Too low for comfort.    

I need to charge

But the tablet

Is right now

Plugged in

And getting juice

From my one good charger.

It is a worry,

A concern,

A tickling preoccupation;

I do not like it

When a device falls

Below 50%.

My kindle is short too

And the iPod is demanding

Feeding, and the laptop in the corner

Has not been plugged in

For hours.

80% and I am happy,

60% is a little uneasy,

40% and I start to sweat.

I spend my days

Checking battery life,

Charging or

Worrying about charging.

My nightmares

Feature messages telling me

“your battery is low”

While the socket disappears

And the cable slowly

Disintegrates in my hand.