by Notty Bumbo, 2015
Inside the cool shade of trees
Resides the wonder of my early years.
Where faint trails had me crawl
Through the green world,
Seeking clues to this ever-present mystery.
Where did they lead me,
From then till now?
A track goes cold from time to time,
Goes deep into the ground
Where its scent dwindles
To a single point of reference,
To a pheromone waiting another chance
To be received, caressed, teased into bloom,
And lead me, or another,
To an endless conclusion,
To another wonder
Traveling so far from home.