Feels like Homecoming

For seven days I barely left my space.
And then I ventured out a little bit –
a market walk, massages to my face,
a cautious lunch and one small glass of wine,
collecting from my brother an embrace
amid abating minor sore fatigue.
My symptoms weren’t bad, but there’s a trace
remainder, and a feeling I emit
like homecoming from some exotic place.

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