it was barely dawn and in a 1/2 asleep 1/2 awake state i could hear the garbage truck approaching. i jumped up and ran outside in my bare feet dodging as best i could the sharp rocks on the path toward the front of the house. i’d parked my car nearest the driveway on a road with barely enough room for the truck to move through. were the garbage bins accessible? would the driver be able to reach them? we couldn’t go a week without a garbage pickup. with great concern i asked the driver if the position of my car was impeding his work. i gently touched his bicep with the tip of my forefinger.
he quickly said it was okay and briskly walked toward his truck. a few large steps later he turned around as if what i’d said had sunk in. he looked at me and said, “thank you.” then got into his truck and moved onto the next house.
who was this man?
what had just happened?
why was i standing outside in my pajamas?
what had torn me from bed 1/2 awake fear vibrating within every cell of my body?
with the world so wacked, was it really about the garbage?
something i can’t explain happened.
involving giving and receiving
concern and appreciation.
and the world felt a little bit better
a little better