Honked

Discombobulated,
Driving unusual roads,
Overstimulated from three stops,
I changed lanes

And was honked at.

For 24 hours and more, I come back to that
Moment

When we could have crashed
In the rain

And instead
The two cars stayed in
Tact
One driver chagrined, one annoyed.

Both whole.

I tell myself that nice platitude,
“Do you think you’re so perfect,
You never make a mistake?”

Because it was my fault, completely.
I know that I forgot to look over my shoulder
Check my blind spot.

But the horror of making a mistake when
Cars
Lives
Are involved . . .

I find it hard to forgive
Myself
And drive on.