Farewell William

I know a man, walking in the hills last week
who stepped off the path.

From time to time
we may find ourselves stepping off the path too:
we read the map, take in the view, eat a picnic.

He stepped off and fell thirty feet to the gill below.

I miss his presence in the world
though his family will miss him more.
We are all walking on without him now.

Maybe we think about what lies ahead;
maybe we assume our path will come to an end.

In truth, we all share the one path;
one day each of us will simply step off to the side for good
while the others walk on.

And there may or may not be a voice that helps us understand:
‘The path goes on, but for you, for you, the path is over.’

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