Clicks on the mouse and keyboard
are all it takes to populate
the Amazon wish list
and see those beauties arrive
at the doorstep on time
either at gift-receiving seasons
when the harvests of said times
are insufficient to satiate
the professional consumer within.
This ease and convenience prompts me to attempt
to populate my less selfish wish list
with a few more
I imagine searching for sellers
of some key items for my kids:
a strong work ethic,
a solid sense of family and identity,
a positive, helpful attitude,
an enduring testimony of and quest for truth.
And I wish I could see the
and product quality
of said items.
I try to calculate the cost
as I imagine clicking on my cart and checking out.
My payments are installments,
often overdue and in the wrong denomination,
the only common denominator
being a hearty yet ultimately lackluster
attempt on my part
to model such traits.
I see signs of pending delivery
but am still waiting for
the tell-tale brown truck,
the sharp, short crunch of that smug, smarmy box,
the slippery snap of the bubble wrap.
It's not as easy as rubbing a lamp or
looking longingly at Venus after sunset,
pretending, with Jiminy Cricket, that it's a star.
This must be an amazon I must trail blaze