I Saw a Procession of the Virgin Mary at 3am

I take my cigarette break at 3 in the cold morning and it lasts for fifteen minutes

Smoke engulfs my skirmish against Drowsiness

Floating balls of light slowly heading straight to me

A throng of people, one of them carrying the Madonna

Loud Tibetan sounding chants that reach two blocks away

Incomprehensible chants

In the dead of night

Holy Hours, so they say

They took a turn to the other street disappearing as quickly as they appeared

While taking heavy, mournful steps

Smoke slowly fades out. I just won that skirmish.

I take my cigarette break at 3 in the cold morning and it lasts for fifteen minutes.