Family Tree
Two paths diverge
Thick woods obscure
One route heads north
The other in another cardinal direction
She walks alone
He walks alone
She presses on
He circles back
He loses bearing
She forgets her way
He continues searching
She manages not to be found
She walks alone
He walks alone
She presses on
He circles back
She rests on a stump
Recognizing a ring of trees
Remembering what it’s like to be family
He walks alone
She sits alone
He presses on
She circles back
Two paths converge
