This morning's poem

My Trouble with Anesthesia

Or, On the Eve of Surgery

...I desire continuity which for me and by extension you, more likely my daughters is a sense that there is a succession of yearning, grace, elation, nearness, spirit, thralldom, memory. To desire is not to acquire however since in the middle of my life and I suspect more often than I accept there is a break, something stronger than a comma which happens to me not by me so while I live and move and have my being I will leave a swallow of coffee in my cup, a few dregs for another time...