Boxes
By Sarah Sexton
02.04.19
I have always loved my covert online shopping in the USA. I knew Jon, our Fed Ex delivery man and his entrepreneur car wash ambition. I stowed away fresh purchases from the house only to REALLY be discovered by our credit card statement. It was always a race to get home before Steve, and in England the bell rings similarly.
Early I run
Mind speaks
I tweet
What is faster?
The pound
The sound
The pavement
Swift feet
Or sweat
My tears
When
Thoughts become clear
My mind tends to run when I run. My mind tends to jump start when my body lays asleep. One jog my UK amazon delivery man called. We live at the Cathedral. It has gated parking and you need a key fob to enter. After I explained, Mr. Amazon played on repeat, “Hello. Amazon. Could you please let me in? Hello. Amazon. Could you please let me in? Hello. Amazon…..” I could not.
“What do you usually do if this situation pops up? I’m not home but you have a delivery?” My neighbors line the street. Packages cannot be left at our doorstep. If we are not home a neighbor signs for and holds my package. But the trouble for Mr. Amazon is access to our street. I miss majority, to all deliveries because one cannot stay at home all day waiting for Amazon orders. I also started the habit of turning my phone and notifications off. My mom never sat by the phone when I was in grade school. I am taking it back to old school, minus internet shopping.
As my friendly neighbors collect my packages, I do the same for them on occasion. Amazon is too much of a reality in my life. There are times I have a stack of brown boxes, varying sizes adorning my entry way. Okay. I’m going to tackle all these right now. Oh, Helen’s costume. Kate’s music book. Caroline’s watercolors. Hmmm….. I do not remember this, or this….oh wait!
OH! Our swimsuits for holiday!
Sunbeam
Dragon wing
Dazzling dream
Sunscreen
Breeze
Salty breeze!
Beach hair
Sandcastle toes
Salty motes
Crab holes
Mind at ease
Deep sleep
Sweet beach
Back flips
Ice cream dips
Time to sip
Island tea
You see
Sea tales
Inking now
I ink now
Manuscript monger
Holiday longer
A break
So, she could wake
Realize
Cease
Halt criticize
Blasts magnitude
Pride and attitude
She knows
She knows
And she knows
Best baddest
Mom around
Beat the ground
For precious
Beats
Sweet heart beats
And teach
Life, all of me
They can see
Possibility
Everything
Now, time to tackle gifts not gifted to us.
“Hi Jon. Here is your package from Amazon. I am sorry I opened it, it was with a pile of mine, but I taped it up again. Oh, and it’s a beautiful mug. I really like the bike on it.”
“Hi Jo. I am so sorry, I opened this package from Amazon. I was confused. I thought….wait….when did I order an iPhone…? It’s beautiful. Enjoy!”
“Hello Vicar! Here’s your Amazon package. It was at my house.”
“I did not order anything from Amazon. Wait. It’s a bible. I did not order this.”
“I know. I just thought maybe you needed a refresher.”
Smile and say hello. Mr. Rogers was spot on in his kindness.
Edinburgh will make you smile. One of the best family holidays due to no timetable. Tenerife was a nice escape too.
I am living my best life the best I am able.
Green Kite Books is now a google image:
If you do not run, you rust.
Abbey Row 