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