Life

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.