Even now when we


can no longer remember


how much of the scent


of the world we gave up


life after life in the hope


of being able to hold


something in our hands

we recognize you at once


every time without fail


day or night wherever


you may be coming from


across the hill or


under the door


and we imagine you


even when you are not there


we can never be sure


you reach all the way to us


out of somewhere we have forgotten


we wake into dreams of you


as the bees do


hoping it is not true

the world is burning


you have always been warning


us too late and only


as you were leaving


ghost of what we have known


something reminds us of you


in the fragrance of morning


in the opening flowers


in a breath at the moment


it seems to be ours