The Wishy-Washy Wombat

Beware the wishy-washy wombat.

She comes out at night but wishes for daylight.

She burrows deeper the more she needs air.

She has so much to give 

that she tucks it all in her pouch.

She wishes and washes, left to right.  Right to left.

Can’t stay still.

She wishes and washes, front to back.  Back to front.

Fore and aft,

up and down,

she wishes and washes all over the town.

Just the sight of the wishy-washy wombat can make you

wonder if you’ve gone the right way

or the wrong way

or what way even means,

really.

So if you see her coming, the best that you can do

is stand your ground

and ground your stance,

without grandstanding,

more with the simple grace

of knowing what you know

and choosing what you choose.

Then perhaps,

just maybe,

the wishy-washy wombat will look upon you

and find herself stilled

at last.