It was after work.
Another rainstorm had just begun
as I entered the bus stop shelter
to wait for my ride.
I came to the fork in the road
and knew I must make a decision --
will I go to swim practice, knowing
the downpour would likely
cause it to be canceled?
Or will I go around the corner
for the next bus home?
I waited another thirty minutes --
no bus, but plenty of rain.
Somebody came along to throw the fork
into the bushes, but my decision
had been made. I went home.
Sometimes, one just needs a little prod.