teach her to reach, reach for it –
when she is still too small and easily distracted
point to where it glitters:
prettily upon the dusk horizon
there, tonight, and every evening.

let her think as she grows older
that it glitters in her name, it calls her
a single path to a shining star;
this glorious destiny or else
none other,

convince her of the prophecy, but only
if she keeps on climbing;
only if she keeps denying
fatigue, doubt,
temptress companions.

don’t ever waver from the story
or unhook her fate from the revered trophy
this is how the journey breaks her:
without destination.