answers to Wallace Stevens's description of a "poem of the mind in the act of finding / what will suffice" - in this instance, what will suffice to sustain one's being in the world when the attritions of time have taken, and go on taking, their toll. An elegiac celebration of the precarious moments which might coalesce, if only in our imagination, into a singular and luminous whole. For there is, as Lawrence Durrell observed, "in the heart of experience...an order and a coherence which we might surprise if we were attentive enough, loving enough, or patient enough." is a record of the practice of such attention, such patience, and such love.