That Smell

That Smell

That smell I know
But can not place
Is from my youth
A certain space

That smell I know
Is so familiar
Musty and cold
Like an old root cellar

That smell I know
Brings me right back
Crawling, exploring
But not an attic

Now my nose knows
Like incense in church
That smell I remember
Playing under the porch

Bill MacEachern 2018