Ritual under dawn (a poem)

I haven’t smoked for many years, but the first line came into my head this morning.… 

The morning cigarette
is an opportunity to watch
moments disappear

Dreams tangled in dendrites
dissolve under daylight
denuded, distressed

Another cup of coffee
makes me more awake
stains enamel anew

Look around
bewilderment and sorrow
have come calling

maybe they’ll stay awhile

(2 March 2018)