You Can’t Plan Serendipity

<p>Kid about twelve or thirteen played violin<br /> With impassioned poise, entire focus on sheet music<br /> Resting on the stand near his best friend<br /> Waiting for his turn to busk at street fair<br /> To earn money for musical education &mdash;<br /> Performing background music for commerce<br /> Supporting their grown-ups, town, life.</p> <p>Not one hour later, in a small-town diner<br /> Three miles away, but virtual universe apart<br /> From well-dressed, happy, gregarious shoppers,<br /> He filled plastic tumblers with precise drops<br /> Of perfectly formed ice with natural rhythm:<br /> Blazing fast shovel, fill, set on tray to carry<br /> High overhead through bustling, crowded room.</p> <p>Two hours later, same kid scurried up steps<br /> Of town library struggling to survive on<br /> Shrinking budgets to fulfill its mission of<br /> Inspiring tiny ones to read, older ones to<br /> Wonder, explore, and think new ideas,<br /> Still others to imagine, dream, create<br /> What would never have been without them.</p> <p><a href="https://medium.com/writers-blokke/you-cant-plan-serendipity-c0214f53da2f"><strong>Visit Now</strong></a></p>