I haven’t managed much today.
I didn’t have ambitious plans,
or aim so very high.
Some days, as I have mentioned before,
it is easier to forgive myself, than others.
Today, I confess, is the latter.
Nevertheless, I can smell the lilies in my bedroom
and the lyrical perfume, that I can’t afford
but buy anyway.
Did you know, depression smells?
I have a good nose
and am learning, that despite our culture
of compulsive air-freshening
the smell of truth
is a comfort
and a simple pleasure
even, and especially, on a day like this –
reminding me in visceral notes
that life is kind, even when its not.