Dispatch #48

Samadhi

Samadhi 

Even if there were a world
it wouldn’t bother to be ours.
We know the mind is better left lost, 
and each thing it feigns to anchor.
It’s enough to just sit—
to breathe each other here, 
awake in what language lacks, 
while a jagged line of late gulls
vanishes into a low cloud 
that says snow but doesn’t.