The World As I See
The smell is the only thing
that binds me to the world.
I smell wet grass, dry leaves,
ripe fruits and fragrant flowers.
I wake up to the aroma of toast
just as my stomach rumbles.
Ah! My mother knows
of my hunger before I do
I alert my mom to burnt food;
I am the first to smell spoiled fruits.
I wrinkle my nose at rotten eggs
and stay away from trash cans.
I smell in wonder the rusty old books,
the fresh new books,
my brother’s shoe polish
and the neighbour’s wet paint.
You see and observe;
I can only smell and feel.
Does the breeze hug you as it hugs me?
Tell me, does the breeze have a form and colour?