home

turns out

there are a lot of smells

from home that I miss –

dark diesel on a winter morning,

animal fat clinging to cement and wooden walls,

sunshine heated into a cat’s fur,

laundry taken from the line in spring,

chicken in the oven for supper,

the central air conditioning on a sweltering summer night,

river mud sticking to the wind,

and that subtle sweetness that seeps from the forest.

yeah. these are things i dont think about until im alone,

driving to work, muddling along with the traffic.