Write me a letter I can wait for.
Let me find you on the mat
lean you against my teapot
warm your thoughtful words.
Send me an envelope to open.
Let me slip a blade carefully
in the gap above the tongue
where you licked it closed.
Choose a special stamp.
First or second is fine, but
so I can spend a moment
on its miniature design.
Spread your words over pages.
Unfolding them, turning,
uncovering you at leisure,
I will bring you quietly home.
We could email, message, text.
I could open, read and answer
in a moment in a thought
it could all be said and sudden.
But we would be in a crowd.
In the clutter of chatter and
comment, appeals, spam – and
I would rush not to lose you.
So send me a letter I can wait for.
Give me time to expect you,
joy to discover you, patience
with simplicity – and tea.
2018 © Andie Davidson
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