Essence of Jasmine

In the privacy of the gated courtyard

of the secluded cottage, in which

I currently cherish

my silent evenings

and nights of solitude,

as one of the untouchables,

there blooms a raucous, joyous

wall of jasmine ivy.

The blossoms burst

open

to announce

their essence,

just as the world shuddered,

and we all shuttered

down,

either forgetting, or reconnecting,

with our own.

Fearlessly unphased,

they reach out

each time I pass, to tap

my shoulder, generally from behind,

snuggle me in close,

and whisper a whiff,  

to remind me, in echoes,

of what we all know

is essential.

— jaysi, apr 2020