Smoke never rises straight.
It creeps, and curls and snakes
as it grabs onto wisps of air
winding unpredictably upwards
- or - where the air is still...
expanding into translucent puffs
that linger just for a moment
before the edges thin,
then dissipate all together...
fading into forever.
Likewise is the path of life -
rarely straight and obvious
and laid out just perfectly
before one’s feet.
More oft` it’s a maze of elusiveness
...and ever one is so bold to believe
he has conquered its mystery,
a quick peek behind may betray
that you are nowhere near
where you thought you’d be.
