sudden smells, sudden songs

Sudden Smells, Sudden Songs
–Alberto Ríos
Where does it all come from,
The sap of strangeness inside us,

The sudden flow of feeling — I love that song!—
That lighter blood, that second breath,

That something where in the darkness
A knob is turned.

Who are we then? In that moment
We are not who we were a second ago:

A quick smell of rosemary changes us, that fast.
We stand up, familiar to ourselves,

Then sit down strangers. We are
Two people. Maybe more.