It's Still Life

Based on a Poem Title “Of Mere Being’ by Wallace Stevens

I remember being so young
— being bewildered
by scent.
Dad could smell snow coming.
And rain.
It was a scent like white closing
in on hills,
or a shock of winter stars falling.
Or the closing white of
linen sheets on a firm mattress.
It’s a chemistry of madness.
Like kissable lips, or my
aging privilege.
It’s a difference of mere being.

for Miz Quickly; a 2nd shot at a poem inspired by a title, and Twiglet #95 “A Kind of Madness“