08 February 2013




It is that part of day where the defence
against dislocation consumes immense
proportions of your diplomacy, if you’re
able to see it as such – all you know is
an unending stream of happenstance –
but nothing precise stands clear to back
a conclusion it’s a conspiracy to upset
your plans, if you’d actually made any

But you’re beyond that – contingencies
rule and strategy slams doors, this way
you’re meeting frustrations well before
they become spectres boding palpable
ill-will – or so you’d like to think as you
tread very lightly while standing still
© 18 January 2013, I. D. Carswell