12/1/12 – 2:11 AM To a courageous, tawny-haired toddler boy, A narrow back-road on a misty autumn morning Stands an imposition tantamount to the Pacific. And King Théoden, at the refuge of Helm’s Deep, Riding out at dawn on the fifth day, looking East, Must have felt a dead-cold shiver of intrepid vigor. But what is adventure for a twenty-something Living in the twenty-first century, Living life in front of a computer screen? Hollywood action and Photoshop glamour, Facebook ‘likes’ your sharp sarcastic humor, Text message reads, “I’m outside your house,” Just to avoid a conversation with your spouse. Beliebers, blogs, and brain-dead diversions, Hackers, trolls, and rampant perversion. It’s a public exhibition; the tickets are free! Explore the world without leaving your seat! The stagnant hours, days, and years that are squandered Staring at screens--static and silent--speaking of life But only seeing it through a bedroom window, Or a browser window streaming, ‘Battle at Kruger,’ on YouTube. Between the routine, vacations are a welcome escape: A visit to Maine, California, Europe… maybe Mount Everest. Most short-lived pleasure cruises and relaxing getaway spas, A well deserved rest for the overworked and overlooked. Is that supposed to be adventure? No, it can’t… Where’s the adventure in that?
