Many people do come and go 

On chat-lines as they sow

Their seeds within the ground

They walk upon as they get around



Some have special reasons to be

Spending so much of their time free

Engaged in endless hours of banter

Which they do without any mantra



But most of those who come to stay

Are there because they do pray

They will find another who wants

The things they offer in haunts



Which brim over with better qualities

Some do see through all the trees

And then when they connect at last

They will be so much wiser than past



And to do so - they/we must be willing

To accept the hits upon us, thrilling

For only once we do this together

Can we save wearing holes in leather



And then once we've seen to matters of mind

Only then - does it make sense to be unblind

And make that next step which connects us

For then we will have the warmth ... plus



We will have gotten around the muddle

Which singles do get into as they huddle

In places where drinking warps views

And causes us to know and to choose



People with whom we have little in common

Just because they're there and do summon 

Us with words, beckoning or body language

And then we get hooked in a tight sandwich

 

From which sometimes it is hard to extricate

For we've gone beyond safety which is the plate

Upon which is served all these chat connections

Which provide us with insight and protection.



- Tristram