Connie Bensley's poem - Coming To

                                                    Coming To
                                  
                                           The seconds between waking
                                and opening your eyes
                                may be revelatory. 
                                The adventurous traveller
                                tries to remember
                                where he is. 

                                            The philanderer                         
                                extends a cautious, investigating
                                foot. Is he alone?
                                Either answer has its pleasures.

                                
                                            The hungover poet wants
                                to hold on to the knock-out phrase
                                that just occurred to him. No chance.

   
                                            The patient feels his pain, but,
                                in his morphine-muddled way,
                                makes up his mind to live another day.

                              
                                                          

by Connie Bensley

published in 'The Spectator' (Australia) - 10 June 2017

Knowing, precise and often cheerfully acerbic, Connie Bensley’s poems revel in poking gentle fun at the self-deceptions and delusions of middle-class suburban life.  Connie Bensley was born in 1929, in south-west London, where she still lives.