Scents And Remembrance

Remembering birthdays at the beach:
wormholes
drawing you backward
with the undertow,
your feet still in the surf,
the sand rushing between your toes

As you look up to watch
the ever-widening expanse of the past,
moving fast before you,
and you grow smaller, a boy
snorting the olfactory senses of childhood
when you still believed...

Hearing, once again, your mother call to you

by John Tansey

Comments (1)

About the power of scent to draw you back... I remember being 10 and at the beach with my family, too.