Deliverer

It's chinese whispers with wheels on,
logistical operation: seven vans
+ umpteen men
delivering.

It's musical chairs with wardrobes,
squaring boxes with times,
boxes with places, 
brown oblongs with names and faces.

It's seven til seven if your lucky,
least over festive seasons.
It's filling that space in the back of a van
first in the imagination.

Pen points to a map, meaning:
the route I'll take or have taken.
So skillful with a sandwich, a cigarette, a phone,
split decisions, a left knee gear changing.

It's what I do.
I do
delivering.


Cor, 12-99