One can never step in the same stream twice. NaPoWriMo #24

A trek, a cavalcade
Two streams crossed
In the wilderness--
A cameo surrendered.

Like magnets, not once, not twice,
Heraclitus was mistaken,
For fate it was, they crossed trice;
Each encounter the pull stronger.

Until the third confluence,
Co-mingling current roiling
To tumultuous climax, then
Diverge without a backward glance.