Sometimes You Wish

Sometimes you wish
everything was cut and dry,
straight lines and angles,
easy to follow,
easy to understand
what was earthbound and
what was the stuff of God,
the paths clear,
a perfect puzzle,
where with patience
and time,
all the pieces fit together
instead of the mad minuet
with trombones and guitars,
violins and cymbals
that are used to paint
on a vast canvas,
more mad than the finger painting
of an insane child
that is your life.

Yes, sometimes you want order,
peace,
certainty,
but more often you simply surrender
and join the parade,
unsure
if you are
the audience or the band.

About this poem

I am not sure what to add to this poem. So today, I won’t.

The picture was taken as Center in the Square, in Roanoke, Va.

Tom