Free Will

“Choice” is a thing that exists in the future.
A product of mind, it can't be applied
To the past. What's done won't be undone,
And the past keeps the present within its
Grasp, blocking all hallways, closing all
Roads. One way is possible. Only
That one, though you tell yourself you
Have a choice.

I look back at crucial junctures in my past,
Sometimes, and wonder, what if any detail
Changed? What if I'd remained in school
In Pullman or in Gambier, or if I'd stayed
Back in Seattle when my wife left for
The Ozarks? What if I had chosen not
To follow her to Kansas City, heading off,
Instead, alone, to Rutgers and a PhD?
How would my life have been different?
Stupid thought; akin to wondering how
The moon might shift its orbit if it
Chose to change.




Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2020-11-16 at 18:33

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