scents

I was reminded today of why scents are so good...
so good at separating that thick wall
the wall between the present and the past.
For just a moment we are taken back.
As I unpacked my boxes one by one
little treasures inside
my own little time capsules-
August is a long time to be without your things.
I open the smaller box
it says "fragile"
I carefully open it up
the scent of something takes me back
a myriad of memories flood me
a feeling comes over my body
I smile as I unwrap the scent burners
I rememeberd the last time washing them out
hoping the smell of that day would stay in them.
It did.
The scent of moonlight serenade
my favorite yankee scent.
I forgot where I was
then I remembered
the journey so far-
it has seemed short now
long then.
Bike rides, dinners pulled together on ten dollars, long talks, car rides, bottles of wine, ice cream, running in the woods, swimming pools, coffee & cigarettes...
it all comes back to me.
Two or three of you come to me
I miss you but have begun to move on...
one sticks out among the rest
always a soft spot in my heart
traces of green fuzz have followed me here because of you.
"It is good to see you again George..." what I wanted to say-what I felt.
"I almost didn't recognize you without your beard" so Dot says, perhaps she was right.
Warm arms around me all night-feeling you this close I felt safe for the first time in a long time.
I wake up and can no longer find the strength to go back to sleep
I want to stay here forever
I'm behind several hours-I don't care
this will end too soon...this moment where I can digress...going back a bit.
Few words spoken
many questions left unresolved and yet answered
a connection that never dies
comforting as always.
Sad to say good-bye--the finality of it all has hit.
Give me a show to keep me busy.
There is too much time.
Connections come and go-
realizing "this is your life" right now--
a trippy exerpience.
Back in NYC.
Resolutions? I suppose. Soon.
-Justin