A Holiday Verse

Everyday I load at least one bowl and smoke it it.
I watch the grey lines swirl in the air
and think of family
siblings in particular;
the idea of family

A whole family;
a group that wanders around the cold of the Earth
helping each other exist in
the hard times that
always seem to be there
growing and shrinking with
marriages and deaths
proving to society that they are
just that - they are
nothing more but nothing less; they are
and that is that;

then one instant
as quickly as they came ashore
they disappear into the horizon forever
never to be seen again

Then I see a mirror
and look at it
and only see me,
myself and I;
we turn out to be
existence.