Meditation In the Sauna

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

counter to.

 

In moments alone and with others,

awake, drowsy.

Cold.

 

I’ve always sought the return to warmth,

despite rising evidence of no such symmetries

of return.