The Slowness of the Take



It's a slow turn to make

Some never quite uptake

Others see and understand

But can't completely stand



In a new era we're now entering

With roughened edges splintering

There are just a few odd moments lost  

When changes evolve by dice tossed



Memories of past exchanges entwine

Curdling the milk and souring the wine 

But underneath all of these past woes

Shines a heart of gold nobody knows



- Tristram



© Christopher W. Thomas

9:57pm Sat. January 2nd, 1999