Night Drive in OjaiPosted: April 6, 2013
Noses up! Attention!
Dad & I perk our noses in the air
as we part the orchard’s dark on Grand Avenue
with exaggerated pranayama inhalations
to absorb the scent of the orange blossoms.
Ojai, a place I’ve never been before,
orange blossoms, a sensation I’ve never smelled,
have no reference tab in the black book of metaphors.
Reference & comparison fall aside
as the thick, undulating pleasure
seeps into my chest, hushing my mind
into a dizzy state, drowned with sweetness.
I reach for metaphors;
I settle on closing my eyes.