Secret Fragrance

Last night I smelled the fragrance

that was left

after my soul’s secret had

strolled past,

paused,

and then had the nerve

to turn around to stare back at me

and bear witness

to this holy confusion

called, “my life” --

with it’s timeless gaze, followed by

a deep sigh, “ahhh”

which suddenly lifted

the wedding veils of Time

pouring ancient healing riddles

into the

wine barrel sitting

in my vulnerable,

human

heart.

The prophets gossip, whispering that,

if you switch off all your devices

and rub shoulders

with silence

until your belly grows empty,

you may get a whiff

of That wine’s

fragrance.

© Alexandre Jodun