What of all these choices

Taken without thought,

A second thought, or

Backward glance,

Or swallowed

With(out) water?


I chose until the choosing choked me;

Broke down until the breaking broke me;

Spoke until the silence spoke me

To death

And every breath

Was heavy with the dew of death.


What of all these choices

When choices maketh man?

Am I the man that choices made?

Am I the man that Choice has made?

Have I choices left without old choices’ shade?

Can I unchoose the choosing where I prayed

For wisdom, yet wisdom not displayed

Left me to choose where Choices preyed?


What of all these choices?

Can choices make the man?

Do I but choose, believing that they can?



© Jonathan Hobdell & PH Yoga Isle of Man 2016