A distant walk across a parking
lot on my mind, through the door
steps to my left, wall to my
right there, beyond the entrance
to the mailbox.
Dig, sieve, sift though my back
pack detangle my pens and paper
weight of my bag, dripping, picking
fights with my hands, unwind my time
wasting, why, what’s the point.
In due time, my keys I find at the bottom
less effort required, I misspent energy
crisis, happiness, maybe a note from Mom
Dad never sent, bank abuses, friends forget
me, I just hope it’s not empty.
Key, twist key, twist wrist, twist hand
over the possibility it could be vacant
space with metal and metal simply
bare, no words, no letters, no stamps
on with my life, risk opening the door.
All for nothing, or nothing at all
the above disproved with a look
out corners my eyes see thin
air runs dry, no deception, reach in
breathe, seize, observe — it’s for me!
You did, you did, there, in fine print
making a day, spirits lifted above high
flying, euphoric thoughts drive me
crazy ways, never expecting the day
break my heart, smile on my face…
it’s what I needed,
exactly what I needed
in every way.
I got your postcard
I loved your postcard
I miss you.
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