Apathy
has been left like
a package
on my doorstep-
too heavy to lift and
no return address.
So it sits,
a white elephant-
I sidestep it
each morning
and try to shift it
at night
but never attempt
to glimpse its contents.
If Curiosity were
a barking dog,
the old boy
died
when the package
arrived.
So it sits.
pm poetry 