I smell your smoke
through air thick with ocean
and your wildness drifts in through the open window of my room.
I can't think, if I'm honest,
of any times I've camped without a fire
but we're not near a campground here
so I wonder why I smell your smoke,
where your fire is,
and if you're staying warm
on this damp Spring evening
with air so thick with ocean
it carries the scent of your smoke
and the image of your fire
straight through my open window.
