Finding the thing

... and those who are looking for it.

You inhale deeply through your nose
and fill your whole
with the scent of the present city

as it rushes by ignoring you,
feeding your peace.

What is that smell?
Is it more of a feeling?
How much of this experience is
simply a reaction,
more oxygen in
the blood?

You are still
(the only thing that is).
You are waiting

but for what we cannot tell 
from our distance.
What is the timescale?
What section of your span
are you happy to expend

to find this thing.

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