Recovering

Returning from sickness
through corridors that arbitrate "you go down that way"
not all having to do with the size of some lymph nodes
nor the redness of a throat
but more to do with the wonder I feel
at seeing a budding maple on a gray afternoon.

Soaked

To be soaked unstintingly
in dun
or iridescence
and to not know from one moment to the next
the hues that will come.