there are two smells
that ignite my love
of incarnation
even on a sleepy
reluctant morning…
woodsmoke and coffee.
one makes me want to
retreat and hide in the woods
live a life of solitariness
with just a dog
for company
the other makes me
keen to take my place
in the great market place
and live life fully NOW

Ah yes, one pulls me away
and the other pulls me closer
i love them both
equally