Three Little Lost Thoughts [Free Verse]

When one loses one's keys,
they're always the last place you had them,
but when you find yourself -
more often than not -
it's someplace you've never been before.

There's love that isn't 
love at first sight, 
but there's also beauty that's not 
beautiful at first sight.

Humans are the most absurd creatures,
and our competition includes 
animals that lick their own butts.

POEM: Finding Your Zen through Travel [PoMo Day 30 – Epigram]

Pray for smooth travels...
but not too smooth;
bad experiences make good stories.

Mother nature is the kind of
mother who doesn't play favorites.

Fairness and simplicity are fine, but
the solution that works may be neither.

Difficulties only ruin
trips attitudinally doomed.

Think of lost luggage as an exercise
in creative decision making.