Heat and Summer Solstice
by Andrew Taggart
The temperature will itch toward 100 degrees and we will want to itch. The key will be ascesis: to breath and be calm, to be skin.
One day after the Summer Solstice the gods are smiling divinely. Some are in fits. The rest are philosophical: loving the steadiness of breath.
Joan most always wears her wig; yesterday she did not.
I washed the white sheets. They wear new marks already.
Meditation is about finding the coolness in the heat, the softness in the breath, the softest breeze on the underside of the most breathless day.