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Crossroads
You and I are at that place where roads cross—
a new place made by the need for things
going in
d
i
f
f
e
r
e
n
t
d i r e c t i o n s
to meet.
How lonely if all roads
veered off on their own,
solitary,
never coming to a junction.
It might have been thus, but for
a thousand small decisions
that led to this particular meeting,
here on this corner
of
your
road
and
my
road
Here in this location not uniquely either of us,
where we meet and mingle
and become one
for as long
as we both decide to stand
talking like neighbors,
each of us having veered halfway
away from private territory
to come to the spot
here in the middle
where we become two parts
of a center.
V
e
c
i
n
a
neighbor,
l
o
v
e
r
husband, wife
s
i
b
l
i
n
g
grandparent
f
r
i
e
n
d
daughter,son
a
c
q
u
a
i
n
t
a
n
c
e
interloper
b
y
p
a
s
s
e
r
s
or strangers when we
m
e
e
t
So
many possibilities
in
the
crossed roads
of
our
lives.
At the Crossroads
lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown 