On a schedule,
the vans criss cross the country
Seemingly random, but I suspect a scheme.
The tracking software draws
an unknown picture
Dot to dot for the digital era.
Meanwhile, the hapless punters
await their parcels.
These are anxious times.
The curtain twitches.
Refreshing the app for an update.
You are delivery number twenty seven.
There’s a van.
Is it for me?
Desperate for the loo
But fearing that card in the door
“We tried to deliver”
or
“Left in your safe place”
Did you? Really? My door opens onto the street….
The final insult
The email.
“We were unable to deliver your parcel”
Or perhaps worse,
A photo of someone else’s feet.
© wordsfromanotebook / suzie pearson