sometimes pain gets delivered like the morning newspaper

sometimes pain gets delivered
like the morning newspaper

thrown on the driveway
chilled by pre-dawn
drops of night

it waits

morning walkers see it
they don’t care

those who sleep
don’t know it’s there

birds sing
they ignore it

cars pass
they miss it

it just waits

until suddenly
daring to reach that far

a hand
with raw nerve stretched
exposed to cold

strains to lift it