Crossroads

In my dream 

I met myself at the crossroads. 

There was conflict and crisis. 

I was intractable. 

I met myself at the crossroads and 

I refused to compromise or give an inch. 

I would not yield, dug in my heels, 

made a scene, owned the road, 

leaned on the horn. 

I met another at the crossroads and 

felt compassion, mercy, 

empathy for their journey. 

I met myself at the crossroads, 

assumed the worst, 

flipped the bird, 

was a dick.