driving down the track

leading to my granddaughter’s house

we met one of her pet chickens

mr. rooster

who had made the choice 

to just stand

in the middle of the road

not inclined nor heading

toward one side or the other

no way to go around him

we had to wait it out 

he was

playing chicken with us

we waited some more 

he finally got bored

proved his point

moved to one side

with each of us thinking

we had won.

 

—

‘the chicken did not cross the road. the road passed beneath the chicken.’

-albert einstein