What did the universe smell like?



When our Creator sensed
the first smell that was, I wonder
What scent do you think it was?
Was it like French Toast,
or Hot Rolls with butter?
Or maybe burnt gunpowder,
fireworks in a cool July shower?
Was it fresh dirt and dew drops?
Or was it like lavender and mint?
Perhaps it was what we got,
our own Mother's scent?
Absent of other senses to relate;
whole immersion. Complete
and impossible to translate.
I gave smelling great thought,
with my senses, all five,
so I could explain here a smell,
and yet still I cannot describe.
Sweet, musky, burnt or acrid,
these terms are not to define
and will be known only
by what our memories find.

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