So, Edis, part of this poem leads me to be concerned about you, and part tells me you are better off than the rest of us. Which is it? No confession necessary. Instead, I’ll say that this poem fascinated and perplexed me, as poetry should often do. And, that I hope the chamomile helped and if not, I hope you find what does. Meanwhile, know that I like what you write. It challenges me as little does. Thank you for the stretch.