I took this with me on my journey to the top of the world.
I thought I needed something
sweet to remind me of our summers
when you still had your long hair and still liked to
climb trees.

I remember how afraid I was
that I'd fall or trip
on hidden roots
only meant to throw off
the nocturnal rodents.

But, you always thought my thinking was silly.

We picked up rocks that were particularly
dull and *****. Ordinary miracles
hold a special meaning in carved hearts.

I craved roasted turkey and cranberry sauce.
The kind my grandmother used to make on Saturday evenings.
I wanted to go home.
But I realized, the path I was on only lead to you.