Meditation
O you used
thimble lying in a dresser drawer.
O you used
match.
Concentrate
on rough and tumble;
lost become
mythology:
Charybdis
as a grain of salt, Scylla
as
peppercorn. Which worse is which?
Let no soul
bob up and down like a cork.
Suffer
unborn children. It lasts,
do not
forget as you run, it lasts.
The mind’s
eye is a window to black holes.
Self is a
loose ball of string.
You are the
world; disconnect from everything.
Thomas Dorsett
First published in California Quarterly,
Vol. 46, No. 3, Fall 2020
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