A Finite List of Possibilities – Poem by Me

We are dreaming of bullet points
on a piece of paper, waiting for

the words to spring to life. Ink
streaming down the page, there

are only so many places we
can think of going off to, coming

and going. What does one year, 
two years from now hold for us?

Let's pick up our pens and keep
writing, imagining until we have

thought of all there is to think.
You know I am a sucker for

information and knowing all 
there is to know, especially if

we can draw a map of places we'll
visit, flee, and come back to again

and again. 

I hope you enjoyed this piece! I can’t believe we’re about to say goodbye to 2020– this piece is fitting, as we’re about to find out what the next year holds for us. Please feel free to leave feedback or writing challenges in the comments. Stay safe and healthy out there.

Brooke

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