Kalosmy

My walking partner is annoyingly vertical, and visual, always holding me back, saying, “Günter, look at the..!” “Here…!”

I ignore her. Looking only tells you what is there now.

But smelling tells you the history, and the future. Beautiful odors. Neighbor walked by yesterday after me. I will correct that now. The yippy little neighbor visited earlier today. We walk on, immersed in our different worlds.

Heavy air foretells another storm. A nervous old man sat on this bench. Four different geese, a mouse, a squirrel. Wait…wait…

Yes! There! Heaven! Bach! The Sistine Chapel!

A dead frog!


Martha Nance is a physician in Minnesota who occasionally writes, usually briefly. She has had a few pieces published previously, in journals such as Dreamer’s Creative Writing, Intima, The Tiny Seed Journal and Poet’s Haven Digest.