December 18, 2014


We're still waiting
for the gift
you promised,
the one you said
we would receive.
From far off,
I see the truck 
stopping here,
as in a dream.

The driver knows
we will be home,
waiting to accept
the package
he delivers every day.
We hear him
outside, wanting in,
having learned so much
about us,
how we got here,
where we're going,
though why
we were chosen,
he can't say.