Supporting Mailboxes

Into the bright sunshine
NPR blaring above the engine noise
heater blower set to defrost-high
I roll out the world with a blue explorer
Garrison Keillor whispering at 80 decibels
Pulling my brain off the particulars
Road, cold, blinding bright
Heaven, Jesus, starving AIDS refugees
In a world away
And I wonder
If they don’t have mailboxes
What keeps their world from sucking itself into
Nothingness,
Leaving only the desert sun?