Culmination

The night was not cold
They were invulnerable
except to each other
Acknowledged comfort
Traversing the center line
on the moonlit blacktop
Eucalyptus silhouettes
against the blue-specked night
Every step he'd taken
had led to this convergence
He could say at any moment
that this was the culmination
And he remembered the old saying
For things at a common destination
there is a common path
So, smiling, he hoped,
as they walked side by side,
that the inverse
might be true as well