And Then

No sooner am I home than I depart –
a scanty sixteen hours, half in bed,
are all I get before engagements start,
and what ensues are five days out instead
of that for which I yearn. But I won’t dread
the interruptions – they’re for love and food.
I’ll gird my mind, align my spine and head,
and gather to regain my solitude.

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