Time Takes a Cigarette
A Line from Bowie reminds me of this
But maybe a cigarette takes and defines time
Defines a day, moments taken to enjoy
Not from a packet, no pleasure in this
Construction is important, to be savoured
First the filter held in teeth, the paper flattened
Tobacco softly selected, just the right amount
Then assembled, fingers rolling, moist tongue to seal the glue
The cylinder shaped, the task complete
But just the beginning, the next to come
Deciding to stand in the wind or the shelter
Then it is lit and comes the time to think or talk perhaps
This action, this movement, segments the day
From the first morning event, followed by others
Until the last evening excursion signifies closure
These divisions of the day almost profound
A definition of time passing, like small mile stones
Just another microcosm, parallel to many other daily things
Yet significant in my contemplative states
Jan 2022
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