Lavender mist

I understand smell is the only unmediated sense we have. It goes directly to the brain. This morning I woke up with lavender and thoughts of my daughter in Scotland. Maybe I should be smelling heather, but I do not know if heather has a smell. Instead I smell lavender and go to find the lavender spray.

I lie in bed,

My eyes shut,

The covers pulled tight.

I smell lavender

Even though

There is no logical place

The smell comes from.

I remember my daughter

Now in Scotland.

She sprays lavender mist

When she is here.

I smell lavender.

I go in search

Of the bottle of lavender spray

So I can continue

Remembering.

Lavender

The kitten prowls in search of grandfather cat, hiding on the speaker box. The house smells of lavender. Me... I am here. It is not as simple as it looks.

The house smells of lavender.

The kitten sits

On the tweed reindeer.

I read poetry

Of being here,

Simply here.

I think

If it only were

So simple.

Day five of Christmas

The wise folk are on their way

Lavender

Kitten

Tree

Wise folk

Me in a chair

With directions

On what I need to do

Until Florida next week.

Lavender

Kitten

Tweed reindeer

The cats play chase

Around the Christmas tree

Me

I am here

Here I am.

Lavender

Lavender
Lavender.

Dried lavender

Stopped off at Whole Foods this morning. At the entrance were bunches of dried lavender. Sending the daughter off for year two of college. The two things matched up.

At the entrance were bunches

Of dried lavender

In brown paper,

Tied with raffia.

It seemed the perfect thing

For your new room:

You

Who waft lavender

Through the house

As you go,

Room to room,

Carrying the kitten.

You

Lavender girl.

The next time through that entrance

I will buy a bunch of dried lavender

For us,

Place it on the front table

In the living room.

A reminder.