Here

HERE 

Sometimes the air rings right,

a tight harmony trueing itself 

into our skin. Sometimes, even here 

in the Now, we taste Then. 

Yes, even here in Georgia there’s more 

than humidity making it thick,

a pulse we stick into our pipes 

and puff on porches as we sit a spell

and spill the secret ingredient

of our home-grown hope

for a presence that won't turn

bitter in our mouths, vanishing 

with a hiss and no more than a faint 

whisper of its cherry amaretto.