presents on my front porch

It was in the middle of the ordinary dark,
ordinary cold. No bombs, nobody
died, just the accelerated ticking
of So Many Clocks—
I arrived to find a package on my front porch
a huge caramel apple
covered in chocolate.
On another day, another friend,
A different friend (yes, I am
bragging in a poem right now.
I have two friends
like this. Truth? I have even more.
I have Excellent Friends)
This friend made me
a sweater in every shade of autumn
left it on my porch with a
jar of apple butter,
loaf of dark and spicy bread
laced with ginger and molasses
I ate the apple, ate the bread, wore the sweater.
Some days I come home to only mail
on my front porch. Some days
nothing at all. But then, these other days
days that are an invitation to say thank you
To say, How did you know I was staggering
under the week’s weight?
To say, friend—I see you too.