They crossed paths over a weekend
Up in the hills — he was tracking the stars,
While she planted seedlings in a clearing.
Two parts home, one part mystery, and
Half a worldview distant, he intrigued her.
The higher they climbed, the brighter
The stars, the taller her saplings. The faster
They ran, the horizons they discovered through
The gaps in her redwoods. When they could
Seek no further, they fashioned a watchtower
Out of those branches until there was
Nothing left of her legacy, save for the
Monument they built to his. When she descended
From the peak to start over, what remained
of her forest was a meadow of flowers and
An imprint of a polestar to dwell forever.