Memories

An aura surrounds
me as
I take in all around
me.
A familiar
smell, sound
and place
fill my thoughts.
I drink the atmosphere's
landscapes
through the iris
of my eye.

A sense of
similarity
and yet
change
continues to
strike the
most familiar of
places.
My eyes no longer
remember the place
it used to be.

That same
fragrance
of food,
of the markets,
it lingers
in the
crevices of
my thoughts.
Forever,
wandering
familiarity.