we met at a trail
on a summer day
the sky so blue
the air so clear
our path it seemed
would be the same
our mutual goal
a distant peak
so off we trudged
our packs so light
a steady climb
through fields and wood
the peak ahead
a sunlit dome
til lost behind
the crowded trees
and then we reached
a wall of rock
with several routes
to skirt its mass
so there we split
each choosing one
thinking that
we'd meet above
but we were lost
our paths diverged
and why that choice
I'll never know
