The Public Servant's Blessing
I have always envied the UPS man.
by Carey Hanner
His innocent knocking
brings us to the door, whatever stae
we are in.
He has seen the bussinesswoman
He has seen the successful lawyer
he has seen the worst of our faces,
the introverts cracking a smile.
What is it about a brown package
and the man who bears it
that prompts us to dropp our lives, rush to the door
and find him there?
I have no right to be a poet.
The UPS man and I
should trade places;
he has seen it all.