Where has he gone? Where is he?
Parts of the same wind
Separate the air into compartments
This gust is lilac and pine
That gust is hay and horse
Another flurry brings a whiff of tobacco
Passing through crowds of particles that tickle our olfactory senses
Recycled, replenished, renewed
Our bodies are cloud bursts of aromas
Carried upon the same wind
Gusts and blustering give us our identity
But try to separate each for the other?
Appearing. Disappearing. Our particles indestructible.
Where are you? Where have you gone?
Who are we who move between the realms
Where even atoms cannot follow?
And what we leave, remains, not gone.
In the breeze, particles infused with memory scents
That sunset amongst the pines where lilacs bloomed
The stables close by
An old man with a pipe
For that moment on the wind
You are found.
Suzy Miller 2016