The middle way

I imagine you
walking the opposite way
arriving at the marker post from
the other direction. Disappearing
into tussocks, sunk deep into the sodden
landscape. Swallowed up or sucked down.
Visible for a brief moment then gone.  Like
signposts in life. A brief moment of brightness
that leaves an image greying into the mists of memory.
Thoughts cloud and change what was once clear and sharp.
Your way ahead the path I’ve walked and your past mine
for the future. Our gift to each other.