Essence
She smelled, almost of sunlight,
of saffron, of rain,
of sacred temples and of cathedrals ..
Yet she tasted of blueberries,
of sake, Egyptian cotton and coffee
and so very many other things besides ..
Including those sacred, freshwater
rockpools, our forefathers
once used to hunt and to bathe in ..
And boy, she could move, like all those
wild animals could move, once painted
by them, in red clay, on blue rock cave walls ..
Once she felt happy, like being wrapped
in summer, in winter before the feasting
began, amid the dancing and the downpours ..
She sounded back then, I imagine, like a
prayer, or a poem might sound, suspended in
amber and even today, I adore the essence of her ..