April  11, 2020

BOX

The box is filled – packed,

sealed, taped, addressed,

stamped at the post office.

It’s shipped in a van or truck.

Or it moves by plane – across –

space to space, from place

to place – till it reaches its

destination. It’s opened. Its

contents are checked out.

Then the call that it has arrived.

“Thanks!” Life.  Birth to death.

Nativity to Easter – with the

many quiet Saturdays – with

the many waits in between.

© Andy Costello, Reflections 2020