Not Taken
The path you did not take, ran with you for a while, just the other side of the mountain, or meandering with you on the far bank of the onward river you followed; the sound of its flowing water holding your respective journeys together, as if its merciful but distant companionship could always move with you; always be with you, waiting for you to cross over as you always meant to, when this path you had followed had come to an end. But you never turned to cross, and you never found a bridge, and you never took that other way, and you stayed on this path to the end, recalling the other way you did not take as you would a close and loving friend who had left you not to leave you but simply to go on with their life, so that you carried their memory through the years that passed as you would a beautiful and worthwhile burden, growing with them as they grew, walking with them as they walked, until one day it was just as if that someone you had come to love at a distance, and that someone who had walked with you always on the other side of the stream, had passed away, but in your mind you were still speaking to them and still walking with them and still carrying them onward, but now just a short way to a place you would lay them down, under the trees, and in a way in which memory and everyday presence stop living in separate worlds, and the calm, death-still image of every disappearance, renews itself in some extraordinary beginning again, and you realize, sitting by their side, saying goodbye, that you took no separate path at all, neither this nor that, neither the one you loved nor the one you did not want, that you had after all, always held them generously together by not choosing this side of existence or the other. You were in the end, never just looking on, but always the river moving between and the song of the water, holding the flowing of ways together. -from Pilgrim
Thank you David - each time i read this it evokes a deep gratitude for your sharing these insights and words which touch so deeply my inner core and express so beautifully the tensions of love that many of us carry
What an interesting journey in reading this poem. From melancholy and heartbreak, to memories I kept at bay to a gentle solace. Grateful, David, as always. What a gift you and your words are to the world.