earl's court road

the post office in the earl's court road

the post office in the
earl’s court road
is not
a place
for
a hurry

come not here in a fret or a flutter or
eager
to wing your most urgent missive to a lover, or to
dispatch
a parcel of import to a man already impatient in
downtown manhattan

think not
in a moment
to flit in and out
like a breeze, like a
butterfly on a frolic
to pick up a form D1 and maybe drop off
a card of
congratulations
to your aunt
in kolkata (who’s getting married
for the first time, you’re pleased,
at an age little short of
seventy-eight)

no

come here
to
ease
away
the
rush
of the day

experience here
time
standing still

relish
for an hour or so
(or so it feels)
what it feels like
for
nothing
to
happen
at all

relax
into the
zone
where
things do not
move
or if they do they do so
slowly

be content with the gift
of
being
as you watch
friendly figures behind glass
peeling labels
off foils and
gently
appending them to
envelopes marked
‘large’

see
with what
deliberation
a fact such as that that an envelope is
'large’
is established as hands
in slow-motion
slide said envelope through a size guide
backwards and forwards
just to make sure

chuckle
inside
as just when you thought
a number is about to flash up to call someone forward
that position at the counter now gets
deserted
and instead of three out of nine being open
there are now
only two:
let it
warm
the cockles of your heart and sense that
glow of
generosity
as you say to yourself:
'a cup of tea now
that will be nice. good for her.’

as coins are carefully counted and
bubble bags weighed
and forms filled in
in front of you far far ahead in the queue
let your mind
wander, let it
expand
into the farthest spheres of existence itself and
contemplate
how
wondrous it is
that in a world so
obsessed
with now
you now
have a now
that may well last
forever

so
come to the post office in the earl’s court road
and
enjoy
while you can

eternity

here
for a while