Maybe because events in a walk are like the events of life.
There are the points when you reach your or one of your destinations,
but there are low points too, like when you twist your ankle and plop in mud.
A walk can be scary if it leads you into woods at night,
but equally exciting when you find a cave or river to expore.
Both life and a walk can be littered with diversity.
For some people the walk of life is a solo trip,
and they never find the perfect hiking partner.
I thank God I'm not one of those people.
I know what is like because I started out that way,
being so busy trying to reach my destination,
that I avoided anyone who could disrupt my pace.
Then one day my head was down and I was watching my own feet,
trying not to stumble or catch them on th any rocks,
afraid of the hurt that would com from a stubbed toe and being slowed down,
I bump right into you because you were doing the same.
The collision caused both of us to open our eyes and look,
Look at what was ahead of us by forgetting what was behind.
We both started walking again not together but headed in the same direction.
Even though I tried to focus on my walk,
I noticed you were walking in tune with me.
Our pace was in sync, our footprints paralleling each other,
Our strides were the same and they never got faster.
This fascinated me and I was shocked even more,
you dropped your map and it fluttered into my path.
I picked it up and saw our destination was the same.
On the top of our maps LOVE was circled and starred.
With tentative steps I made my way over to you.
I handed you your map and looked into your eyes.
Our hands joined and fit tightly together.
My eyes glanced our maps and love was no longer in its spot.
I searched the map for it,
but then you pointed and I realized love was no longer a single place on the map.
On both our maps love was now a path,
that twisted and winded and took up the whole paper.
It went straight to the edge of the map and far beyond.
We will walk that path long after our lives here are done.