Before I mail the letter (a poem)

Still plugging away at the editing job, while keeping in mind that I want to get to the post office today before it closes.

I check the writing on the envelope with care
it’s one of the few things I can still control
I want to be sure the message is going to reach you
it has so far to go
I’d hate for it to go astray

Do you ever wonder why I still dare?
I haven’t decided whether it contradicts or fits my role
(What would the guy in the movie do?
At least he thinks he knows
where it was he went astray)

God knows I’ve had my share
enough troubles to cripple a weaker soul
and just as many chances to push on through
I don’t know what that shows
when it all goes astray

You could be forgiven for losing patience—that’s fair
You have a redoubtable sense of who’s worthy of heart and soul
and when to step back, turn away, and start anew
Me, I never leave
until it’s all gone astray

With this in mind, I check the writing on the envelope with care
it’s one of the few things I can still control
I want to be sure the message is going to reach you
it has so far to go
I can’t let it go astray

(7 June 2016)