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By Ricardo F. Morín

October 2025

Oakland Park, Fl.

Memory is air where perception retrieves it.

We are memory; air is its cradle.

Before morning enters, scent holds what the night has carried away.

Before air's touch, we recognize all is breathing.

Each breath returns us to presence:     nothing explained, everything renewed.

Scent reaches us before thought;

Air remembers as we breathe:     recollection becomes present.

Breath is the body’s intelligence:     the mind’s foremost messenger.

Redolence provokes inquiry—the instinct to understand before it is named.

With moisture the world returns to us.

Scent travels on, sound softens, and the body recognizes again itself.

In excess, humidity—once restorative—begins to bury the senses.

All breathes through us and we through all to elicit change before there is voice.

Tags: air, language, Memory, morning, Perception, Poetry, Presence, Ricardo F. Morin, Silence

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