allamandas

the scent of allamandas takes me back
the distance and the places vanish quite
it's the sweet odour that hangs in night
in a garden beside the mountain track
the earth seems to open a wide crack
appears in the ground it's time for flight
return to normal nothing but a slight
slip back in time there's naught slack
about the mind and heart that seek
in deepest memory to find the better self
and in that recollection to define
what makes us strong and leaves us weak
what we should have put back on the shelf
and what in our own psyches to refine