Out Of Reach Or Where The Coverage Ends Poem by William McGehee

Beyond the city limits,
Beyond the traffic moaning,
Beyond the cost of minuets,
My phone and I are roaming.

The workplace cannot reach us:
My thoughts are now my own.
All devices here are useless,
As were they made of stone.

And moving ever farther from
The electronic noise and fuss,
I sit and I succumb
To a purer stimulus.

So escaping from the droning
Of the world wide human hive,
Out past where the coverage ends,
I just begin to come alive.