At the edge of the forest, I saw a madrone bent by ancient winds and remembered the way you danced at the festival by the palace when we met. I wondered what you were doing — whether you were serving tourists in your family’s tavern — whether you missed me. When we made camp that night, the firelight shimmered on cedar trunks, and I saw your hair reflecting in the sunset again. When we threw a fir branch on as it got dark, its pines popped so quick— like your feet when the beat picked up— like my heart when I saw you.
This poem is part of a collection called Shards of Kardpaz, which are texts I’ve written for the world of the Dungeons & Dragons campaigns I run with students at my school.