An ode to patience I never asked to practice

Friday, 4:46 pm

Gmail notification from Barnard Mail Room

A minute too late,

My Amazon package behind the door looms

I race down the stairs and across the Quad

Praying, hoping I’ll get there in time

But all that work to no avail

I couldn’t rescue my package from mail room jail

My prime subscription going to waste

Locked behind the mail room doors

No more point in chasing it down,

Guess I’ll just have to wait for Monday to roll around 

The mail room sleeps

Allergic to the weekend days

Saturday, Sunday drag on forever

Reunification on Monday is my only endeavor

Finally, Monday rolls around

9 am on the dot,

Greeted with the smiling faces of mail room staff

My day has come at last

I blurt out my box number

Like a child on Christmas morning

Now I can finally stop my mourning

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