Choices

Each day is part of a web,

A network weaved of choices.

To stop on a rainy night on a bridge,

And jump-start a stalled Mazda,

Or to keep going, late for a new episode

Of your favourite sitcom.

To give your failed relationship another chance,

Or to cut off all communication, moving on.

To smile at a stranger in a coffee shop,

Thus possibly inviting a conversation,

Or to close off, protected by the screen

Of the i-phone, habitually resting in your hand.

To keep obsessing over the project plan

That you must force out of your exhausted mind,

Or to pull warm boots on, and go for a walk on the peer,

Steeped in soft glow emanating from the street lamps.