Leaning back into the grass
I let the smoke hit my lungs
So hard my eyes watered
And my head
Buzzed
Set on the warm ground

Drifting towards the yellow sun
I watched that same puff of smoke dance away from me
Bobbing like any other cloud would
Farther and farther away

Far closer
A sharpness had been cut into my lungs
That straightened to my fingertips
And streamed from my gaze
To challenge the Sky
All its blues and grays