The Mailman

Before his knocking hand reached my door,
Frightening the hungry fox,
Till coroner put sun to bed,
How still my eyes.

As though, goodbye moon,
Why day begins!
Why day begins?
Even though no sleep came.

Because the mailman cometh.
Wherever lonely day dawns.
Because yesterday never ended.
Just as sleep never came.

Hungering dried stomach for day,
As if stomach denied
Since mailman arrived.
Since eyes never shut.

Once bring letters of purpose.
“What of today?”
“Joy or tears fill dusty waves?”
Why mailman cometh
Bringing monotonous days.

Giving letters of daily purpose.
Because our request,
Longing to know purpose.
Grasping for our commissions.