Time. Whole weeks or years
rush by. Sometimes I crave a
Pause
I give this, the Best Gift
to myself. Here—sit back
with a bowl of popcorn
watch the hurrying
from a comfortable seat in the stands
Such relief
that space to rest and breathe
to chew and digest
this vast and rapid world
Smarter than I used to be
is the best that can
be said
Puff Of Smoke Poems 