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