The Watchman's Report
by M C Thomas


You there. Watchman
Have you seen her?

Huberta?
Yes.


Rounding the huts
and lodge,
she circled camp
passed my post
with right hand raised.

She took no
provisions, set
her face to the mountains
just beyond.

With sure-footed
Strides she crossed the waters
As shadows of the day grew long.

I turned away
the cold stung my eyes.

From the distance
She spoke,

"I'm going to the long house".

Reeling round I faced
Her tracks.
She was by then far away,

Yet her words were soft
And clear as all her days
Beside us.






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