There are certain moments in a day that sum up who we are and how we approach life. Usually these moments are relatively small, such as eating a donut. Some people avoid the sprinkles or save them until the end; other people lick the icing off and suck out the jam. I like to watch the donut from a distance for a period of 6 to 8 weeks. Then I take the donut to a quiet place in the woods where I submerge it in a bucket of water. Then I eat half of the donut and bury the other half under autumn leaves. Then I go home and write gentle poems about the donut and how I miss it; sometimes I cry. I prefer chocolate donuts because the strawberry donuts don’t always play nice.