Post Office

A poem by Rob Schackne


In China there's a post office

unmarked on maps, cellar-deep

where you can mail your dreams

(though you might wait for years)


True, they go out without a stamp

or an address, but someone gets them

and you know they get read, even

discussed before they vanish


And of course it costs plenty

a boatload of poetry and music

several galleries of good paintings

skillful dancing and love-making


But no one can ever know

the true excellence of this secret

how far it reaches into the soul

or how much it wishes to be silent.

Rob Schackne is an Australian poet who has been teaching in Shanghai for ten years