Anklets

 Tibetan silver anklets
wrap around gentle feet, 

    the mind has at such run amok
I rein it in, bind it in ball and chain
It looks at me in rage for my raking in of its lust, hurls hexes
I speak to it, of its unwarranted and uninvited maxims
Ease, comfort it, as I hold its chains
I feel it cave, and I hold it close
It leans into me and I feel its embrace
Only to be pickpocketed, and free itself to run away
I stand defeated, yet I know it well
It will seek to kiss, yet pause
for it cannot fall under anyone's spell 
It has always managed to have restraint 
I let it rage; I let it wander, ponder, and gaze
I will be here, when it arrives
Hear it out, pacify it for its wanton ways