Where's My Nose? Poem by Lalithashree Ganesh

Rainy evening sky
The cat purrs lazily
on the black stone stair
Its tail moving in synchrony
to the strumming ukelele
In my sister's hands

I watch. I listen. I smile.

In my room
It's time for a tealight candle
The match strikes. Let there be light!
Drop by drop
The geranium oil falls into the water
The diffuser is ready to do its duty

I wait. I inhale.

Once again.

Deeply.

I sniff.

Once again.

I apply the oil on my pulse points.

Nothing. Nope.

No smell.

Only the memory
of the scent. Now fading.

Geranium. My Geranium. When will I meet you again, I wonder.

I can wait. It's not that hard. Is it?

Tea tree? No smell.
Cypress? Nope.
Citronella? Nothing.
Myrrh? No.
Clove? Nah.
Lavender? Absconding.
Vanilla? Where are you?
Chamomile? Vanished.

I run into the kitchen.
Twist the lids.

Lemon pickle, coffee, tea, cinnamon, nutmeg, garam masala, kefir, garlic, onions and more.

Weird.

No smell.
Nothing.

Super wierd.

Not an iota of scent. Nope.

Time to get tested, I think to myself.

Tomorrow. Tomorrow. Tomorrow.

For now. Be at peace. Breathe. Let go.

So?

Where's my nose?
I don't seem to know for now.

Perhaps, just perhaps,
It's on an impromptu vacation! :)