I do not do well in heat. I never have. My thinking shuts down, my vision blurs. Are there people like me in the tropics? What do they do? Do they do their thinking at night?
I am more than grateful
For air conditioning,
Even for fans that blow
Over iceblocks,
Enough coolness
To think straight,
To recapture that bead
On sanity.
I wonder about people
Who live in the desert,
The perpetual hot zones.
Dry heat is still heat.
Do they do their thinking
At midnight
In moonlight
In starlight
Do they adapt?
Do they walk the sand,
Pray for watering holes?
Do they think of moving
To Antarctica or wonder
If all the ice in the world
Will disappear?
Do they even remember
The existence
Of ice?
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