CHOICE
Some clever people say
we have no choice at all,
that every decision we ever make
is predetermined by synapses,
genes, and things we can’t control.
Others contest
that god knows everything anyway,
that the things we choose were
known by him before we reached out
our hand to pick them.
Me? I studied these theories
long ago. Turned them round
in my still-fresh mind, looked
for holes in the argument,
flaws in the logic.
Now I stand here at the river’s edge
and as I jump in
I refute it thus
with the heft and the heart
and the heat of my splash.
