I felt fantastic yesterday, as soon
as I returned from twenty hours away.
I walked into my place at nearly noon,
unpacked, and spent the latter part of day
at Mom’s to lunch with several cousins missed
for more years than we meant. My appetite
received good food, my face was warmly kissed,
and for some hours everything felt right.
And even in the evening, till I slept
at 1 a.m., in front of my TV,
I felt just fine. But overnight what crept
on me is not fun symptomatically –
Is this a cold? Too often feeling well
is like an omen of an illness spell…
Cutterpub 