Coloring inside the lines

All morning the mist,
the sharp uncertainty
of emerging things—
Space being mostly

a field against which
the body tests
the limits of its
own geography:

and the sheer
exhaustion descending
like a veil, occluding
everything but

the sensation of weight.
The last thing I remember
before I surrendered:
I brought in

a green dish of plants
to shield them
from rain.

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