Some Choices
Are pregnant with
Multiple universes
Happen differently in a hundred timelines
The job you were almost offered
The man you divorced for infidelity
The child you aborted
Most of you chose
Other ways and you imagine you are stronger
In those worlds with different guilt.
Some choices
Crack the egg
Of the world so wide
Open the pieces explode
And the universes will never
Touch again
Auschwitz
Hiroshima
9/11 and Shock and Awe
The choice to burn dead things for fuel
These separate us from our other selves.
Some choices
Allow our other selves to stay near
Enough to whisper in our ears
About the puppy we didn't choose
The workout we missed
The way that if we left five
Minutes earlier we'd have been involved
In the accident on the corner
And lost the ability to stretch our
Arms up above our heads when
We do yoga in the cool mornings
While finches sing on the windowsill.