Always just sort of truly set

these ways wobble wonderfully,

or is it woefully?

Uncertain if they’re certain

about the shape

of the course

decided upon,

waited upon,

debated upon.

This is what has been done.

So far…

for now…

Not quite as pictured.

A very quick poem before I head to bed tonight. It was my first night back on the judo mat, so I’ve only just got home, but I didn’t want to miss the Quadrille night. Can’t wait to read the others tomorrow.

(P.S, I almost think this might count as a political poem… huh… not really done one of those before.)