Dogs 2013

POST OFFICE
(4/19/13)


in my
vehicularly challenged
down trodden past
the building
was a centrally
located
way station
open
24/7

a place
to catch my
breath
if heavily
burdened

a place
to warm
on the colder
days

to cool
on the
hotter

a private
place
to temporarily
self institutionalize

I never
entered
during business
hours

I continually
endeavored
to avoid people
and I had
no business
to conduct
anyway

to stand
alone
in a quiet
brightly lit
comfortably conditioned
space
in those odd hours
was a luxury
for person
without
a calm
to call
his own

I would center
and reflect
upon how
my existence
had become mired
so lowly
in the human
condition
that this
postal oasis
was often
the most sheltered
respite
of my day

it was
a sanctuary
amongst
the mail
boxes

~

today
I only drop
quickly by
to check
the company box
on my drive
to work

the stop
now mostly
a nuisance

but
every once
in awhile
on an anticipated
hectic day
I rest
for a minute
and remember
the comfort derived
from this
place

I hope
that I never
live
to abandon
such simple
solace