Decisions

Walking through the forest road
I caught a glimpse of a path
That not many feet had trodden
Grass growing where feet once fell
Maybe with good reason?
‘Who knows what I’ll meet, if
I go down that path?’
I turned away and walked on
And have been walking thus…
To things and places pre-ordained
No surprises in store
Far away from the forest now
I think of the old footpath
Who knows what I’d have met, if
I had gone down that path…

Mechanical

Typing, driving …
How they told us
would be mechanical
once we learnt them.
At first daunting
- the A, B, C
then starting to come
easily …
Changing gears
like a pro,
spinning tales
in minutes,
hands and fingers
finding the A, B, C
mechanically.
Life too
in some ways
is like that these days
the freshness gone
the stale A, B, Cs
of life left alone.
I don’t stare at them
with wonder galore
don’t look for them
to find them anymore.
Hands move
mechanically
to the alarm clock,
and then
to the toothbrush.
Smiles and frowns
are mechanical
and so is saying,
“I love you.”