We hiked deep 
into the trees,  

into the dark pine 
night. Sheltered, 

wordless against 
the mountain,

and tunneled 
into the sky.  

An explosion happened 
in my life, he said, 

tilting the packed 
silence.  You.        

Out on the high
risk border-

lands, double 
or nothing. A moss 

palace with stars 
rushing the rafters.