On the plane, to Bermuda recently I was inspired to write fifty-eight poems. That saved me! Before the flight, I had said that I would not eat anything; I would only take tea. So I just wrote and wrote and did not eat at all.
When I arrived in Bermuda, a man from immigration asked me how many times I had come to Bermuda.
I said, “Four times.”
He commented, “That means you like it.”
I replied, “Definitely I like it.”
The man went on, “That means you have friends here.”
I said, “I do not have any friends here, but I have seen some good people and I like the place."
He checked all my things very nicely but did not find any gifts for my ‘friends’.
TCE 12. January 1982↩