Cogito, ergo

This entry is part 3 of 14 in the series Morning Porch Poems: Summer 2014

If the brown dog lies
panting in the sun,

do you think that means
it’s hot? If the skies

are overcast, do you think
we’ll see the once-in-a-lifetime

alignment of the stars? If
there are villages three

days’ hike away but reachable only
through trails that hug the cliffs,

should we go to the trouble
of a costly expedition? Isn’t it all

the same to make up names
and numbers, invent a history

for those poor people huddled there,
one they couldn’t after all read?

 

In response to an entry from the Morning Porch.

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