“Visions 3”

“Visions 3”

In intricate patterns
the smoke drifts lazily
without direction.

A single moving thing
in the stillness of the room
surrounded, yet alone.

Encompassing all around it
in its thin veil
transparent, transient

No life of its own
dependent on its source –
pathetic parasite

Suddenly it’s gone
to an unknown where
as do we all.