Stars for which to Aim

The woods are unfriendly in the spring–

they strangle and obfuscate with their vines

and branches. Strangers lose their way

when last autumn's fallen leaves revive

and tumble onto the trail

to make it disappear.

I've lost myself here before, and

you were lost too, but we did not

call each others' names – no. No

lost children were scampering about

these woods. We were only wanderers–

specks of flesh and cotton amid a

ubiquitous verdant haze.

We stumbled serendipitously into a clearing.

The vines wore you beautifully, but

the leaves clung only halfheartedly to me.

I remember the way your voice chirped

and soared as you romanticized the sky

and whispered about your closest secrets.

The color of your world bewildered me,

as I spoke only of the ground and the things

that lay beneath our feet. But we were not

so different, not so distant, for the sky
would be no sky without an Earth from which
to see it, and the Earth would be no Earth without
stars for which to aim.

You stayed with me, through passing

hours and taught me how to watch the clouds

rolling by. You, a stranger, raised your hand

with mine in its grasp and traced the outlines

of tree trunks and jagged rocks around us.

We saw night lurking on the horizon,

and though I worried, you minded not.

The way out, you assured me,

had to be around this tree or through

these bushes, but this forest kept well

its secrets. So we settled for the impending

evening, and traced pictures in the stars

until the moon bade that we slumber.

You disappeared when my eyes had

shut, though I could still hear you breathily

lamenting the plight of our stars, forever

immobile and unreachable.

At last we drifted into dreams, though who

first entered, I remember not. I danced with you,

stranger, atop the forest's canopy, and I wonder

with whom you might have danced behind closed

eyes.

A tender requiem of rain awakened me in the haze

of dawn, and you had disappeared – slipped through

the spaces between my fingers like so many sparkling

droplets of rain.