When talking with friends, their philosophical thoughts fly by and we may toss them around a little before we move on. But often, I want to hold those thoughts in my own mind a little longer. Maybe I need to incorporate them into my own practical philosophy. Then it helps me if I make such useful thoughts into a poem.
In this case—as our time on earth is so precious, so limited, why not weigh everything we do in terms of its value? Always the question has more than one answer, layer upon layer. We can stop at any layer, our choice…
Why am I doing this thing?
There is always an answer, if only
But why? and again,
OK, but why?
There are so many books
in the world, good books.
Is this the one I want to read?
poem and pic by rachel mcalpine cc by 2.0; more poems at www.aybrow.com