choice

Rainy July morning

my coffee bittersweet

eye-rolling news headlines

a new day.

Searching for clues

in latticed faces on crowded buses-

a choice doomed from origin, unborn.

One, a road infinitely exciting

of pseudo-adventure and fun;

the other- warmth, complacent being,

and days and days of love.

Two men so enmeshed in the backwaters of my brain,

a swamp of indecision, longing unexplained.

Tick the right box:

'all of the above', I say

- and fade immediately to another option...

And deeply ensconced in its velvet room,

my ego

beset by integrity

unravels the tangled strands

of choice.

1992