Smoke rings lingering
Slowly rising on the air
Refracting light
From ethereal space
Hovering and spreading
Growing larger
Then dissipating to what
Was there before they came
A ripple in the air
As a ripple in the pond
Affecting all
And nothing
In it's Transcendence
I blew a ring of smoke
And watched it float a way
The only proof of it's passing
Was the spinning in my head