by Steven J. Serafiani

Smoke rings in my room,
my breathing slowed,
rolled on off my tongue and it hung,
one side then the other,
it twisted like a helix,
one end began to spin,
like a newborn galaxy,
grew larger and spun with more ferocity,
raised to the ceiling,
floated like an apparition,
its white curls flowing,
then it dissipated through mesh and went out into the cool night air,

that moment in time,
left me thinking about