"Ode to the Mail Carrier" by John Gower
Oh how I love the way you walk through yards and down the street,
as though you and you alone
can rise above the boundaries we hold so secret to all others.
But of course you can, you bring us presents, or at least
the possibility of them, a Santa of sorts,
a missionary of hope,
a broadcaster of weather,
an explorer of worlds beyond this block.
I trust you,
I greet you,
I believe in you.
You remind me of life.