Observations Thoughts watching Smoke Surreal

Silken Smoke

Silken strands of palest blue, 

Almost white, curling in an 

Undulating rivulet of

Motion, always drifting

In eddies and whirls.

I've spent hours watching it

List along from the end of a 

Cigarette, drifting upwards 

From the lit incense stick 

Carefully placed beside me.

You'll never see the same 

Shape twice, for the figures

Within dance to their own

Rhythm, tilting along the 

Wind's direction,

Following it's every


Author's Notes/Comments: 

I like watching things.