Sometimes we do find ...

There is more peace of mind

In keeping things as they are

Than going out on a limb far



For once all is said and done

Even though there's much hum

In exploring new territory

As we do, when a new toy



Takes up our fancy ... and 

Imbues us with thoughts grand

As we play so with hints of

Something better just tossed



Into the pool which is based

In the gound we've disgraced

And our mind wanders to new

Minds we can give hearts to



And as we do get to know

Through all the big show

The pieces fit together

Like souls with leather



And heals our choppy mind

Which has been lost in a kind

Of fuzzy thought which frazzled

As it came through the rabble



So to the distant point

Which fizzled in the loins

As awareness now gave way

To rooms filled with hay



And the substance which was

Now gets muddled in troughs

Filled with sand and mud

And cooling of the blood



Begins in much earnest

As the feelings burned us

And realization of tunnels

Entered, turned to funnels



Which narrow into trickles

As we come to be in pickles

Where sweet mixes with bitter

And there's loss of glitter



And we revert back to safety

Which nets us under a tree

From which grow many boughs

Which do provide us now



With protection from leaves

Undertaken by some thieves

Who have swiped at our hearts

And stamped us into parts



Which become one with ground

Upon which we've been sound

But now ... we have slowed

As what was - is now owed



And the tune which is played

Reminds us of another age

When everything was simple

And faces were all pimples



And we shrug without urges

As we begin these new purges

And attempt to empty platters

Which were filled with matters



So far beyond our control

That we have become now old

And the beauty which we found

Is now lost under old mounds



And the course we must take

Now to win, show, or place

Is filled with stacks

Of much-hobbled tracks



Which we've run in the past

And have always come last

Even though we had riders

Who steadied and plied us



With nerves - they of steel

Which they showed with peel

As they caught our eye so

With much pizzazz and show



But we did elude them

By eliminating mayhem

And becoming so focused

Little can be toasted



Which has not rung true

In staterooms where blue

Phrases have been uttered

In talks where some stuttered



Using words of ill notion

Which has given us motion

And driven us to squander

Change which no longer



Matters as it did before

Those days which were scored

And now we come to the day

Our ramblings will stay



In cool cupboards and larders

Which shelved so much ardor

And we now must accept

There is no more precept



Thus whatever happens will

No matter how much we still

Try to bend things in shapes

So we can then ... escape



- Tristram