Fresh wood and smoke

I stand on the

Deck

It's a nice day with 

A nice breeze.

The sun 

Is starting 

To make

It's way

Around the 

Trees to set.

The smell

Of fresh 

Wood

Smells so good.

You are grilling

And the 

Smoke 

With

The wood

Smell

Trigger a memory.

I allow it

I allow it 

To swim in my

Head.

It's not a good

Memory 

So as it gets

To my heart

I push it 

Back out.

That memory 

With that wood 

And smoke smell

Was a desperate 

Time. 

But this 

New 

Memory 

With these

Old smells

Of smoke 

And wood 

Are my future.

I lean over

The wood deck 

And my shadow

On the side

Of the house

Reminds me

Of my life.

My past,

Present

And

Future.

I feel

So good

In this moment

So I let 

The smoke

Fill 

My lungs

I trust it 

Now .