Watching smoke rising above the surface of the water,
being enticed by it's presence there, giving thoughts
to ponder and write about.
Finding different ways imaginatively it could happen,
one way is that maybe a boat is on fire and sinking,
letting smoke rise above the surface of the water.
Maybe it's only steam from the difference between the
water temperature and that of the air around it, ex-
hausting many other possibilities.
Using imagination provacatively, making up scenarios
out of thin air, just to satisfy curiosity as it plays
in the essence of the smoke being seen in my mind.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem