CHRIST IN WINTER:
Reflections on Faith & Life for the Years of Winter
Yes, we’re UPS
the woman said
the phone pressed hard
against her twice-
pierced ear
As we stood there
our package hopeful
waiting to be weighed
and measured
and tested for depression
before allowed to go
Where the wild dog waits
because it hates that big
brown truck that brings
the packages that never
contain a treat
But I don’t know the
answer
she said on
for we’re a different
franchise
Such an easy out, isn’t
it?
We’re a different
franchise
My mother once tried to
board
that big brown truck
the dogs all hate
for it rumbled and tilted
like the rural transit bus
Mother was a different
franchise
I’m part of the poetry
franchise. We do not
have answers.
We have more questions
What is beyond the
farthest limit?
What happens when it all
ends?
Why did it all start in
the first place?
Don’t bother to call us.
We’re a different
franchise
John Robert McFarland
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