Sticky wind before a storm

Buttered toast fresh out the oven

The hot, stuffy air when you leave the shower

Fresh paper of a book

Sliding honey on a baked bun

Cool hair cream covering new braids

Popcorn, salty and crunchy

The smell of snickerdoodles and cinnamon

And the musky, familiar smell of my jacket

And that air, that other air

When you know you are loved

And you have things to love

When you know

You have it better than most

And you smell that silence knowing it

That you even have silence

Is a blessing in itself

Your own peaceful silence

Many take it for granted

Others don’t have the chance to

And some see it, and keep it safe

Is your own silence on your mind?