I forget what
mind is
like, all that
thought and private
history. Luckily,
even without
it, its distances
remain: desert,
mountain, sky. I
won’t say
I’m any happier
now, no
happier than sunlit
almond orchards
finding themselves
suddenly in bloom.
♦
From Desert by David Hinton © 2018. Reprinted in arrangement with Shambhala Publications, Inc. (shambhala.com).