Awaiting the Doorbell
©May 11th, 2014
By Vijaya Sundaram
Shopping disgusts me
Yet I do it.
Not all the time, mind you.
And usually, it’s for things I need.
It leaves a bad taste in my mouth
And a buzz in my brain
As if I vomited out my soul
And helped a corporation’s gain.
I want to not need things
I want to not want things
I want to be unpressured.
I want … to be delivered.
Not packaged, not sealed,
Not signed, just
Delivered
Unto myself,
Sans frills,
Sans frippery,
Sans foolishness,
Sans forgetfulness
Sans flirtation
Sans filigree
Sans fancies
Sans fantasy.
Just plain,
Unbowed,
Unadorned,
Unashamed
Unapologetic
Undefeated
Untired
Alive and awake
In joy and in eternal
Leap mode. And so,
I await the doorbell.