When I’m in my thoughts,
it feels like reading,
each page a thoughtful paragraph,
leading me ever deeper
into congregated musings.
My thoughts are often like scents
Lemon, sharp but pleasant,
waking me up and bringing my senses
Chai, sentimental and comforting,
touchstones to things that matter.
Tar, unpleasant and frustrating,
sticky and unresolved patterns I am still
wading through, slowly, slowly.
Grass, not- unpleasant but fraught with
sneezing. Start-stop, start again.
Peppermint, intriguing and seductive,
beckoning me closer, closer, closer,
with promises of a sweet understanding.
And then there is Cinnamon,
Ah! Yes. That is him.
A scent to never tire,
a pinch or two of sweetness,
cuddled by warmth and depth.
Sweetness that gives way