Occasionally,
In the presence
Of my wife’s, my mother’s, my daughter’s
Incomprehensible love,
I resolve to take charge
Of my life
And stop
Sleepwalking.

I resolve to become
A better husband
Than the one dreamed of by my wife,
A better son
Than the one conjured by my mother,
A better father
Than the one imagined by my daughter.

Nothing comes of it.

The enchanted moment vanishes.

Life, uncontrollable,
Beats me back with her awesome force.