So how did our paths meet?

Did I track you through the needle-green forest?

Perhaps.

Or did you follow my footprints along the dried earth

between the long grasses

across the river

in the dark?

I do not know or don’t remember.

But the lines of flame that come to an arrowhead

that meet and stop and flare and entwine

the lines of flame point to a destiny

where we have now arrived.