A Cigarette

A Cigarette


Dawn, yes and the mist, what else do you
expect on lake Martin early and summer?
Swamp cypress dripping with Spanish moss.
I have stopped rowing, water swirling around
Oar blades, the silence is absolute I dare not
Inhale, a bird shrieks, the lake shudders
An evil thought has entered Paradise, I hear
The faint noise of outboard motors,
The moment of ethereal stillness has gone,
I lit a cigarette inhale deeply, exhale and blow
Rings a pure delight into morning air.

by Oskar Hansen

Comments (4)

I appreciate your skill and love of nature which has gone into the creation of this charming landscape but smoking of cigarette will poison the inhaled oxygen rather than adding pure delight into morning air.
wonderful chasing the mind, thought second wise, split second wise.
cigarette smoking is injurious not only to one's body but to the sorrounding atmosphere also...why then?
Ah, you make me wish to lose myself in the place you describe. Fine poem, and you make me want to smoke a cigar.