A Cigarette on the Beach

A cigarette on the beach:
Cold,
Light-headed,
Salty,
Composed.
You inhale with the coming of the waves;
You breathe out as they slip away.
The drowsiness you feel is the cooling of the earth
as it spins through a universe of cold, salty thoughts.
The embers in the stub are little suns.
You flick away a shooting star
and know at once how small you are.