Waiting For a Parcel.plus Denouement. (Completed Poem).

Waiting for a parcel

Curtails my social life

My spiritual life

Until the postman calls

And then abruptly leaves.

I cannot leave my home

Until the postman calls

To drop a cardboard box

At my unshod feet

Before abruptly turning.

I cannot leave my home

Until he softly knocks.

Waiting for a parcel

I cannot visit friends

Fill my shopping bag

Stroll in the back garden

Go to church.

I must stay in one space

The radio softly playing.

But when the parcel comes

I shall have ten new light bulbs

So I can stay up late

So I can write my cheques

So I can read my books.

Waiting for the postman

Now keeps my life on hold.

          Denouement.

Waiting on the fifth day

A sharp thud on the front door

Shakes me from the numbness

Glueing up my brain.

The postman smiles at me

Like the Hangman at a wedding

As he hands the parcel over.

"Have a nice day" he simpers

Before retreating down the pathway

Like a cat evading guilt.

I gingerly break the seal -

Four lightbulbs in pieces - six intact -

A cheap comment on my life story? - Perhaps.

I cannot recall a day when something was not trashed.

Trevor John Karsavin Potter. 

2nd. - 6th. - 7th. February 2022.