is it lost by lack of practice
skill slipping away, inattention
till you can no longer–what?
ride a bike,
flip a pancake?
No. now that I’ve had quiet hours–
so many quiet hours–to think it over,
It is closest to skipping flat stones
across still water–you find the right stone–
and let it go
just so–
you don’t remember that you know
how to do this
but your body remembers and
there goes that stone
again and again and again
till it quiets and sinks beneath the surface
just so, you used to fall asleep
Puff Of Smoke Poems 