I want to be a mailman
and walk alone in the sun or rain,
knowing the same house will be there,
the same mailbox.
I want to eat my lunch on a quiet side street
and wave to passersby I may not know
and have conversations that don’t move past the weather or hello;
I want to tell them I like rain
and deliver messages I know nothing about
but at least not to deal with the cruelty of people
that comes when you get to know them.
I want to be a mailman
for a day
before I get lonely
and want to be around the troubles of others.