Open flaring nostrils and ripe mango chutney
~by Piper Selden
Spicy curry tang and roasting spices
swirling in the hot damp air of Hilo town.
Clouds and mist and the damp smell of earth after heavy rain!
These are the smells we can touch with our tongues.
These are smells that define who we are:
Indian - Hawaiian - or part Gypsy like me,
a ghost floating without culture root.
What are the smells that define me?
What smells seep up from the ground, from my kitchen, from my skin
and into the open flaring nostrils of my children?
Who will they say they are?