PJ Swift

I tried

I tried to make a list of things that will never happen

But I wasn't able to write it down

Because I never did

Because I could never cross anything from that list

Dry Ride

S. spent several days floating languidly down the river, enjoying the casual turns, and the evolving change of scenery.  It was a relaxing and edifying journey that enriched his soul and enlivened his spirit.  Only after a significant jaunt downstream was S. alerted that the river was dry.  It had no water.  S. immediately collapsed onto the harsh, arid riverbed.  He was now scratched by the dry rocks and errant debris and sullied by dust.  He no longer enjoyed an enlightened carefree ride.  But he decided to journey onward, for what he would discover along the way was worth these hardships, and perhaps even more cherished than when effortlessly gliding by. 

Drink it up

Traverse the world as fast as you can.  Gather the exotic impulses of the everyday.  Turn and grab the next experience, and the next, and next.  But who will buy you time to connect with the eternal Bards and inspire you to build forth from their wisdom? Who has the insight to redirect your own energy, so that it aligns with and drinks from the poetic spring?