Today was special. A hand written card
arrived in the post. After many years
of nothing hand written. Just a few words -
but the weight of precious friendship, unmeasured,
carried intact from a distant hemisphere.
The ones who used to send me handwritten stuff
have departed. The post is mostly ads
and bills. Hardly glanced at, paid, scrunched up.
Anyway the stack is thin. Times are tough
on letters. And this week too would have passed sad.
But then a yellow envelope slipped in
and it lifted the week, just a few words
can do that - when they are handwritten.
The universe sends exactly what's required.