Inhale the smokey illusions, breaking through the scurrying light.
Dripping canopy and rain- Cold like night.
Dew at dawns first breath of life, it helps you through the twisting cries of the wild, festering wounds that eat you alive- Quenching the wilderness and that search for adventure.
Reminds me of a setting all too familiar. Late nights and early mornings... lounging under the safety of a canopy while the rain pours, puffing and enjoying the electricity of the moment. Liked the read, always enjoy when I read a poem about a moment with real meaning being caught in a still-pane, it proves that some still stop to smell the roses.
Don't be a stranger, Ohio gets monotonous this time of year, could always use something to break the day-by-day up a bit.
I like the words and themes you use here, but I feel like this piece of writing leaves more to be desired.
Inhaling smoke is a rather overused motif in poetry and prose, so in order to make it work, you have to try and find a unique perspective to set it up with. I also felt like a lot of the subject matter in this poem seemed arbitrary and unrelated to the rest. Anyone can throw a bunch of words and ideas together in writing, but skill in writing comes from being able to tie it all up in a neat little box.
You make me wonder what comes next when alluding to a search for adventure. Expand that! Create a subject/narrator in the poem who is seeking/longing for something and relate the smoke inhalation to that longing. Just some suggestions. Of course, writing is primarily to get thoughts on paper, and it's all relative. Nice work. :)