The garbage truck lumbers up the street, its injured-
beetle crawl slowly moving it along a path
it knows so well it can do it without thinking
Like my neighbours, I wheel my bins to the curb
the evening before, leaving my cyclic offering on the
sidewalk altar to feed the returning beast
I pass along its route on my way to work so
I know the driver must be getting up well before dawn
I wonder if the early rising makes up for the stupefying mundanity
I wonder if the certainty of weekly rubbish provides
a security of employment for him, and does the
regular pay check make up for the lack of job satisfaction
I have worked white-collar and blue, self-employed
and shift work. I prefer the certainty of a small regular
pay cheque than the feast and famine of self-employment
There’s something to be said for the monotony of small
regular payments - routine to take care of life's banal essentials
providing space for a precision not possible without regularity.
MDC July 2021
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