Eve of Smokeless Days

Tomorrow I will stop smoking
and usher in another stage.
I’ve got to level up, presiding
o’er matters of the Golden Age.

But in the meanwhile I’m enjoying
some cigarettes as though a rage.
Not so alone, I’m celebrating
with Shih Tzu dogs in house-wide cage.

Hope I won’t find it hard adjusting
in turning yet another page.
I’m just as home in meditating
without a smokey coverage.

I am a man a bit pretending
to be but Mr. Average.
Yet in my heart and soul I’m wrestling
with cosmic questions like a sage.

I dealt with smokes that could cause coughing;
with mirrors too of fancy grades.
But by tomorrow, our God willing,
on higher ground, I shall engage.

— Jose Rizal M. Reyes
January 22, 2016 Friday OZ