I walked out in the sunlight reflecting on the blacktop
to wait to meet my friend who is bringing me incense.
When he and I talked, he also gave me sweets
wrapped up in brown paper.
The sunlight and the cool air makes this memory,
along with the smell of the incense
and him telling me to put tinfoil
on it so it doesn't burn too much
and to create just enough of a mood
while I am playing guitar or chilling out.
When I light the incense
I will imagine the sunlight again
sifting through the trees
and the cool breeze.
Thoughtfulness is the memory,
incense is just a smell
to remove the everyday
and lift us to the divine.
What is more than divine
than the Earth, Heaven?
I am way too simple to know.