She sits in a folding chair

two feet from the mailbox

facing it

expectant

she’s waiting for the mail.

Waiting with great anticipation

bursting in her teenage body

for freedom she craves

a world beyond what she knows

of her family

her small town

her small existence.

She’s waiting

for life to begin

for another way

for someone, anywhere.

She sits, staring

two feet from the mailbox

looking down the dusty dirt road

eyes full, locked, ready

waiting for the mail

waiting for her world to

open

up.

image: by pocius