That Smell

When a smell subconscious

Penetrates awareness,

It elapses ages.

By a fragrance unidentified,

The sense of seasons around me

Reveals the seasons within.

There I was,

So here I am.

Or here I am,

So there I was.

Like pollen on the breeze,

We waft along time,

Neither forward nor backwards,

Except by flaw of perception.

Wherever we strive to reach

Sure to vanish upon arri…