That Smell

That Smell

That smell I know
But can not place
Is from my youth
A certain space 

That smell I know
Its so familiar
Musty and cold
Like an root cellar

That smell I know
Brings me right back
Crawling, exploring 
But not an attic

Now my nose knows
Like incense in church
That smell I remember
Playing under the porch

Bill MacEachern 2018