Sleep
Still in the corner of my eyes
My breath
Not yet settled into a steady routine
Recovery
From a day in the garden
A day in the sun
I always used to tell my mum
Not to do too much
But
It was her way
After the least period of inactivity
Or even the sharpest strongest illness
Always before the convalescence was over
Out into the garden
To toil from dawn till dusk
Steep
Still the hills to reach the view
My depth
Not yet settled, into a life renewed
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