Fed Ex-pectations

Listening for the song
of the Fed Ex truck,
waiting for that lonesome
tune of an engine whine
   idling
outside my door, the tread
of footsteps on the stairs,
and then the greedy beat
of my heart as it longs
for delivery.

I can see my duvet
in the clear plastic bag
that zips all the way round,
a giant gingko print,
  coming
my way from Amazon
dot com, rolling along
on Interstate 5, past
rustic barns, Holiday
Inns, strip malls, car beams, 
incumbent dreams.

I can track my box if
I so desire. Click
the links, see the route, count
the weeks, the days, the doubts
   that lead
me back to square one. Oh
Fed Ex man      I know our
crosses must be hard for
you to bear, the loads you
carry – so many things,
things, things you bring to us,
and even as you do
we're poring over
lists of all the things,
you've not yet delivered
to our doors.

Comments

[Linda]

You know I love this one!

[Jeff]

Funny. And oh, I think UPS trucks are brown. Fed-Ex trucks are white, no? ;-)