The puzzle of asymmetry,
of surface depth,
of depth surfacely touched.
Stones that heat the air that then
heats your body;
Or rays that heat your body
that then heats the air?
A course of thought
rolling smooth in one direction, but not quite capable
of boomeranging back to complete a circle.
I think I’ve gone on living expecting circularities
of this kind.
Regardless of the mundane and mounting examples
In moments alone and with others,
I’ve always sought the return to warmth,
despite rising evidence of no such symmetries