Are we there yet?
always I am before you can guess
swings on a chess board
held tight by the wire cord,
less haste and let’s not waste
French polish by the half German,
the other half is from Basildon,
seeing reflections in the residues
of a war.
are we there yet and if so what for?
the journey becomes me and I
the journey, to
mix and to match it
throw away and then catch it and
what makes people tick.
© 2016, John Smallshaw.