It's Still Life

I’m a Tide for the Moon

Even better than the perfume
of jasmine on a warm night,
I love the scent of cornbread.

A journey of glancing breath
into a childhood memory,
the impact of diced jalapeños,

it’s like a note, a sharp accent
on the edge of my tongue.
I am forever its captive, and

forever a tide for the moon.

for Sunday Whirl #471 (missing the word “vanguard”)   © Misky 2020