Mietzke's Holden Adventure

Smoke hangs in the air above the valley
floating effortlessly ,
lingering
as if to hear the music from the village voices.
It waits patiently
for breezes to sweep and push
down the valley
carrying it on to new sights and sounds
These particles
of earth and thought,
newspaper and wood
gray clouds of time
hold onto their home
soon to pass onto something else
I watch the hover with gratefulness
knowing that each plume warmed a home
perhaps mine
those particles pass like villagers
into the greater world
maybe blessing it with a little bit of Village life
a memory of home carried on the breeze