A Swirl Of Smoke Poem by Bill Galvin

A swirl of smoke
Curls upward into still air,
To last but a short time,
Till it no longer holds together,
Till each carbon atom drifts apart,
Its bond with the collective only a memory,
Till someday it grabs hold of a drop of dew,
And becomes part of life once more.

A swirl of smoke,
Made of the particulate remnants
Of earthly lives and manifestations,
With each soul then floating away,
To enter into the nothingness,
Invisible within the universal vapor,
To discover its next destination,
To await the nearest drop of dew.

6-5-2016