Still Life: Door in Winter

snowydoorwithc

Sometimes it’s hard to disturb things,
to change the staus quo.
A still life can be beautiful in its pristine
unchangeableness.
But even the quietest door
that hasn’t been opened in the longest time
has new vines creeping across its letter slot,
has freshly fallen beauty at its feet,
has light playing across its windows
like the fingers of a goddess strumming
the strings of a harp made of rainbows and glass.
And me? I am the one who really can’t help herself,
even if it wasn’t her job,
breaking a path through the snow,
knocking on every door I come across
and leaving missives
in unused mail slots that like stubborn mouths
and sealed hearts
have stayed closed till rust rubricates their metal lips.
Don’t say I never gave you anything. 😉
— From the “Places the Mail Took Me” series by Annette Marie Hyder

The Northeast Minneapolis Sphinx

Sphinx
Photo from the “Places the Mail Took Me” series by Annette Marie Hyder

From the pages of mythology — right into my path today as I carried mail on Jefferson Street in Northeast Minneapolis: Sphinx.

There are angels turning
’round the corner
sphinxes waiting
in the snow —
there are wonders that are
simultaneously real
as they are not-so-certain
just off-stage behind the curtain
of this earthly sold-out show.
— Annette Marie Hyder

Places the Mail Took Me #1

dragonmailFrom the “Places the Mail Took Me” series by Annette Marie Hyder

“Speak politely to an enraged dragon.” — J.R.R. Tolkien

Places the Mail Took Me is a new series inspired by the things I see on the various routes I am working as a letter carrier. When you think of me out there delivering the mail, know that not even dragons can keep me from doing my job! What you see here is a detail from a photo of a dragon ornamented fence. You should have seen the mailbox! 😉