Postman Please Don’t Pass Me By

A covid morning spent waiting for the mail.
The telltale metallic open and close
Of the mailbox lid,
Then a minute's wait 
For the postman's retreat...
The anticipation of going for the mail...
A high point of a covid day,
A flatline day with an EKG spike, 
Just thinking about the mail,
Then a spike for lunch,
And a spike for dinner,
And a spike for a walk,
And a desperate spike
For a late-night snack,
And, of course, a bedtime spike,
Musing over the next day's mail.