midway through a long hike
when you stepped off
I thought you were lost.
I kept following the signs,
came to realize (from the nearby crashing in the underbrush)
that what I thought was your willing demise
just a detour
-an exploratory jaunt on a branch of the main path-
and you haven’t abandoned the destination.
Sometimes I think I understand other people’s souls better than I actually do. Occasionally I’m reminded of the truth – that there are pictures too big for me to comprehend, and the human soul is one of them.