This week’s poem inspired by contemplation that goes round and round and comes to all sorts of conclusions that keep changing and rotating back to earlier solutions and new ideas and falling over obstacles and finding solution which you don’t like after all and getting other ideas and so on and so on and so on.

Who knows (2)

Did you all know

your direction from the start?

Am I the only one

still fumbling in the dark?

Dhaka 2016