[This poem is called On the Back of a Receipt because it was originally written on the back of a receipt.]

Stuck in a box all day, just sitting down

I look up, hoping for an empty space

Where would I be today, beach or in town

Instead of selling my hours to this place

 

My legs, my arms, my eyelids are heavy

My shoulder knows the movement of the till

“It’s free, the garden is a charity!”

I say as I smile to visitors until

 

I look up. To the green sky pierced by blue

And thankfulness fills my lungs with fresh air

How come everything reminds me of You

When a second ago, I, alone, was there

 

The ego melts away under the sun

As the day’s frustration becomes undone