A long voyage must begin
With a single stride,
A hope, maybe some kind of plan
Bubbling up inside.
But what a trip must never be
If it's to live in memory
Is traveled in security
And every culture's myths agree
It is motion that makes a voyage tick
And danger that makes it epic.
In line under protection of the TSA,
If you're like me, you typically
Pray for death anyway.
RUSH, v.i. To stop and smell the roses by the bouquet.
(pictured, top right: Tali/Sofia, Al, Kenny, Sar, G/Xenou, Chocorekha, and Pia. Bobo and Puppybrose were there but sensitive about their cloven hooves. At left: Still Life!)