Do you ever have one of those moments when you wake up, let your thoughts go, and wonder how you arrived where you're currently sitting? I do. Not often, but every six months or so I might be driving down Santa Monica Boulevard or wine tasting or just reading a book on my lunch break, and there it is. How did I get here? The answer is usually very practical. You quit your job, packed a U-Haul, got another job, etc. Yes, that's how I got here, physically. but there's another side to our journey, and this poem is working on uncovering it.

That's where we find our speaker. In the kitchen, craving "a sandwich in the moonlight," and hungry for far more than a meal.