Postman Please Don’t Pass Me By

Boring covid days, 
When the mail was the day's high point... 
Bringing a pulse of excitement,
Like the momentary spike on an EKG,
In a nearly flatline day...
The joyous metallic open and close
Of the mailbox lid,
Then a minute's wait
For the postman to get out of covid range,
Building the anticipation of getting the mail...
There are some smaller spikes 
Getting us through the rest of the day...
One for lunch, one for dinner,
One for a walk,
And a desperate late night spike
For a snack.
And finally a bedtime spike,
Anticipating tomorrow's mail.