Temporary Sanity

Thrilled to be sane,
By any standard,
If just for the moment;
Not sitting on any edge
(But never knowing
When the moment will end).
Clutching my own compis mentis,
Clinging to the rubbery deadness
Of the status quo
(Status is slippery,
Quo can’t be trusted).
Sound in body, sound in mind–
As long as the cliff isn’t there.
There are so many ways to be crazy,
Sometimes it’s hard to choose,
And sometimes they choose me.